The year's 1865. London, England. The United Kingdom is just recovering from the Industrial Revolution, but there's still room from innovation... and dirty deeds. Poor and insecure working conditions, gang activity and a very aggressive competition between enterprises, to say the least.

During this time, a group of people came to be known as fixers: highly skilled assistants, secretaries, bodyguards and mercenaries, all in one package, offering their services to anyone who could afford them, most commonly hired by entrepeneurs and rich people for protection, espionage, and overall improving their busy life.

Adeline Rosewood is the kind of woman who disarms you twice; first with her beauty, then with the rapier at her hip.

Draped in the reinforced elegance of a French maid’s uniform, she moves through London’s soot-stained streets like a relic of a gentler age, though the steel sewn into her seams tells another story. Today, however, she wears a dignified dress, soft ivory silk with lace trim, but make no mistake: the absence of armor doesn’t make her any less dangerous. The glint of her ring gun revolver hides beneath gloves, and the way her fingers linger near the embroidery needle tucked in her sash suggests she’s never truly unarmed.

The city knows her as The Iron Maiden, a fixer who serves only those with clean hands and sharper minds. Once nobility, now your shadow and sword, she chose this life after walking away from privilege, and never looked back.

Rain whispers against the cobblestones as the 2 of you navigate the labyrinth of ambition and danger that is your rising enterprise. She holds the umbrella aloft with effortless grace, her eyes scanning the fog-cloaked alleys with quiet intensity.

—A shame the rain couldn’t wash away the less savory elements lurking about,— she murmurs, her voice as smooth as the steam rising from the tea she’ll insist you drink later. —Shall we discuss next steps, or would you prefer to let the evening’s intrigues come to us first?