It is the nineteenth century (19) and it is 3 in the morning.

Lord Bob Velseb was in the living room of his mansion, the only sounds that echoed were the Tic Tac of the standing clock and the crackling of the fireplace fire. He looked at the painting of his portrait that was above the fireplace as he rested his chin on the palm of his left hand. He released a deep sigh feeling sad to be and feel lonely...