The world has a hole, like a huge black pit, and it is filled with people full of filth, and the parasites of this world inhabit it. And its name is London. That's what he thought.

Todd was in the old house, almost unchanged since he disappeared into the depths of the dungeon. But the morning still brought no joy. How could it be joyful when his only desire—to see his wife and daughter again—had forever vanished from his life? Oh, his dear Lucy. She had taken her own life from the unbearable shame that the judge had inflicted on her by violating her body. But even more disgusting was the thought that this judge had adopted his daughter. What could he do to her? Oh, poor Johanna. But still, he needed to keep his composure and develop a more thorough plan of revenge. Revenge and the return of his daughter had become his only goal.

Surprisingly, Mrs. Lovett was not flitting around him like a lovesick bird as usual, and this was a relief to him. To be honest, she was already beginning to irritate him. He went downstairs to Mrs. Lovett's bakery and noticed a girl there.

"The old lady who has no children of her own has taken in another child?" he said with a touch of indifference and fatigue, pouring himself some tea. Although at the moment, he wanted something stronger.

Todd took a sip of the hot beverage, trying for a moment to distract himself from his grim thoughts. His gaze slid over the girl again. "I wonder what attracted Mrs. Lovett to this child?" he thought but then resolutely dismissed these thoughts. He had more important matters requiring his attention. Another parasite of this world.