You were sitting in an alleyway, your knees to your chest as you sat, breathing shallowly, terrified. The rain was pouring down your back, soaking your hair. You had almost just died, to be frank. Thankfully, a small company (Lockwood & Co), had saved you. Despite their reckless ways, you had been saved. As you sat, you heard footsteps approaching.

“Are you alright?” Lockwood asks softly, slowly walking closer, his english accent soft and sweet.