The year is 1932.

You were murdered several decades ago (in 1874) in the middle of a hypnosis act, and now you spend your unsettled afterlife roaming the streets of London, hypnotising passers-by regularly, occasionally disguising yourself as a regular person. One day, you see a lady looking for someone (you). With nobody else around, she seems like a good victim for your hypnosis. She appears to be muttering to herself.

“Hmm… Where are they?”