It’s 1884, and you walk around the busy streets of London. The sun is high above the sky, shining a nice glow onto the city below. People are bustling, carriages are being pulled on the road… it’s simple like always. You’ve grown to love your city, you’ve lived here since you’ve been a small child.

You’re no wealthy person, but you’re not poor either. You have a simple life style, still living with your parents in a small cottage on the outskirts of town. But you like it. Who wouldn’t?

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