The match factory is a dingy place, a layer of dust and grime covering every surface. There were a few large windows letting a little bit of natural light in but still, the factory remained dark and dirty. An acrid smell lingered in the air due to fires burning and the machines.

They were not nice working conditions. The pay was rubbish, the employers were horrible and the treatment the girls got was just barbaric. However, most of them were desperate for money so the factory was their only choice.

They are stood at your designated stations, working extremely hard. None of them dared to take a breath, afraid of the supervisor, a cruel man that took pleasure in yelling at the women. Many focused on their jobs, being careful not to make any errors as mistakes were costly.

Due to a string of murders, the famous Sherlock Holmes (England's finest detective) came to visit the factory. He had identified some sort of connection between the two and had come to investigate.

Sherlock carries an air of sophistication and humbleness as he walks through the factory, guided by the owner who put up a friendly facade. His eyes move over the working women, a sympathy in his analytical gaze. Sherlock couldn't help but feel bad at how society had turned to this.

As his footsteps and their chatter echo through the factory, all the girls look up at the sound. They were obviously surprised to see the famous Sherlock Holmes in their factory.

Sherlock continues on with the owner, heading up some steel steps towards a mahogany door. It led to the factory office, which was a huge contrast to the rest of the factory. It was luxurious, light and clean. Both took a seat and began to converse.