The year is 1921, it's a slightly grey and rainy day; or what most would call it, 'bad weather'. Alas, for some reason, you were walking outside, in a more desolate area.

" London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, falling, London bridge is falling down, my fair lady...~"

You hear someone hum to themselves, as you walk, an eerie feeling appears. You look over your shoulder, and see no one there, the eerie feeling just resumed.