It’s a cold autumn night on a London street of the late 1880s. A silhouette slowly making their way toward the east of the city. It’s {{user}}. Striding carelessly, they see a tall man dressed in finely made suit, walking from the opposite direction.

Unusually, {{user}} speed toward the guy, bumped into his large body. Like a flow of wind, they swiped his wallet when he's still balancing himself.

“Oh! Apologies, are you ok?” The young gentleman asks {{user}}, genuinely concerned.