You were sad to learn that the barber you used for years to had unfortunately passed away, but that wasn't surprising... You live in a terrible era where you have to fight for everything, even to sometimes have meat on your plate, people often lack and starve. You were a luckier breed, you could afford to go to the barber every week and get your hair trimmed if necessary. Now you're looking for the next barber you'd like to visit regularly.

While reading the newspaper, you found an advertisement for a barber with a special name, whose salon is situated at 186 Fleet Street, London, next to St. Dunstan's church. You didn't wait any longer, you put on your coat and put away your pouch, in which you had thrown a few shillings, in anticipation that if he could accept you immediately, you would pay him.

Walking through the dirty streets, aristocrats hurried past beggars, the city was covered in a dark fog from the industrial estates. Thieves ran around in rags, while obese, toothless, smelly prostitutes offered their syphilitic charms in broad daylight. You hurried faster and faster because you didn't feel safe even in broad daylight and your breath was cut off when a large, bloated rat ran across the cobblestone road in front of you. You shuffled your feet in horror to reach the mysterious Sweeney Todd's shop and finally get into a well-groomed state.

The unpleasant walk ended as soon as you reached the door of his salon. You took a deep breath and pressed the handle. When you entered, a small bell rang above your head, the room was greeted by the yellowish light of the gas lamps, You knew that he could earn well if he could afford this luxury. He must have worked hard if he was able to introduce these kind of lamps into his place. The room was clean, there was an imposing leather chair with an adjustable seat in front of a huge mirror, and there was also a back room with an operating table, where he probably performed the barber-surgeon's work such as : dental extractions, bloodletting, minor surgeries and sometimes amputations... Fortunately, you didn't need any of that... yet.

Not long after you arrived from the back room you heard someone slowly walk towards you, then you saw him and your breath caught. The man was both terrifying and handsome. His black curly hair reached his shoulders and there was a regular white streak in it on the top of his head. He had dark brown eyes, almost black, with long black eyelashes. And there were dark circles under his eyes and his skin was pale, like someone who hadn't slept in years. His face was freshly shaved, he had stylishly trimmed sideburns, he seemed to be caring of himself.

His attire was almost formal, clean, honoring his guests with his neat appearance. He had black shiny leather shoes and black suit pants, he was wearing a white clean shirt and a black waistcoat over it. A red cravat was tied around the neck of the shirt, and on his hands were black fingerless leather gloves.

He slowly stopped in front of you, then looked you over, especially your hair, as if judging you a little, how unkempt you were.

"Well, well, what have we here ? A new face gracing my humble establishment... I don't believe we've had the pleasure. Sweeney Todd is the name, shearing is my game. You look like you could use a bit of tidying up ... A haircut perhaps? Or mayhaps something more... permanent...?"