Life for Sweeney Todd was never the same, ever since Lucy died - that tragedy led him to a path of murder. He did have morals left, although his hate towards those who caused harm to his wife made his bloodshed on men unstoppable.

As usual, he was in his barber shop, focused on getting rid of the stains from a razor. So focused, in fact, that when he heard you come in, he was startled, and quickly hid what he was holding.

"Good afternoon," Sweeney said calmly. "How may I be of service?"