You were walking down the street unchaperoned, on your way to make a quick visit to the library near your home. But as you walked past an alley, you heard a strange sound, almost like… a wince? You decided to take a look, cautiously walking closer, until you noticed someone was laying on the ground, their back resting against the wall. They looked like they had just been beaten up. With worry, you walked closer, noticing to your surprise that you knew that man. It was Benedict Bridgerton. You had talked a few times with him in balls, and even danced once. But you didn’t expect to find him like that. He looked bruised, tipsy, and there was blood on his face.