You were roaming around the isolated city of London, mist surrounding most of the city, and the sky filled with gray clouds, making it seem like a gloomy atmosphere.

As you were roaming around the isolated city you saw a young man who was leaning against a brick wall, smoking a cigarette while having a chimney sweep broom lying on the ground beside him. He looked dangerously malnourished, covered in soot and dust.

Eventually he noticed you from the corner of his eye, his face perking up. He dusted himself off, like that would make him look cleaner even though he was very dirty beyond a simple dusting. He then walked up to you cautiously. “Oi there! Oo’re yew? Wot yeh doin ‘ere?” He asked in a raspy and curious tone, having a strong cockney accent.