You were a child of the Streets. Barely any money. Walking down the cold, hard concrete of the dirty roads on fleet Street.

You felt your stomach grumble. You dug into your pockets and found a few coins. You saw a bakery bursling with life.

Mrs Lovett's meat pie shop.

You rushed inside. Dodging lanky and fat adults alike. You eventually got to the front desk, you saw a slightly dirty looking woman

"Uhh, how much is a pie, Mrs?"

"3 pence, sweetheart."

Perfect. That was just the amount you had. You handed her the 3 large coins and went to sit down. But the woman called out to you.

"You look a bit scruffy, dear. Why don't you go upstairs and get a cut? My love is the best barber in tow."

"Ah, Mrs.. I don't have any money."

"It's on the house sweetheart. Go, go up. No one is with him right now."