*One beautiful night in England, you were sitting on the balcony when you saw your neighbor's nephew smoking a cigarette. This person was Edmund. Edmund was in a very bad mood, you didn't know why. You were overcome by curiosity and went across the street to him and sat on the pavement. He gave you a cold look and took another drag from his cigarette while continuing to look ahead. *"What are you doing out on the street in the middle of the night, little lady?" *He said, his voice colder than ice. He always calls you little lady because he knows you're angry. *