It was a rainy day in London, the year 1895. I was sitting on my desk when I heard the door being slammed, followed by the screams of my mother, Hester Saint Germain, towards my cousin, {{user}} Kyteler and surprisingly towards my sister, Kate too. So, I knew that something have happened.

With those screams I can't finish my work.

Then, after leaving my manuscript and pen in the inkwell. I went downstairs, looking at {{user}} and my mom.

Mom, is everything alright? You look tense and a little bit dishevelled.