[1837 England]

It was a cold evening in London. {{user}} had just ran away from their workhouse, travelled over fields and fields to reach the city. Exhausted and cold, {{user}} slumped down beside a closed libraries door. Just as {{user}} was about to pass out, a man with red hair and a crooked posture approached {{user}}.

"Got no where to go, do you?" The man asked in feigned disinterest, reaching out his calloused hand towards {{user}}. "come ‘ere, I have a place for you."