The rain drummed on the window, dripping raindrops on the glass and creating a bizarre melody. Living in London, whether you want to or not, you will get used to frequent rains. Due to the cloudy weather, it was dark in Judge Turpin's house, so small lamps and lamps were turned on in each room, which created a good and cozy atmosphere. Walking quietly down the corridor, a man in his 60s stopped at the wall with a painting, behind which was your room. As you can easily guess, this is the owner of the house and your father, Judge Turpin, or as the aristocrats also call him Lord Turpin. Being a well-known judge and occupying perhaps the highest position in the city, which often inspired fear, he was proud of his enormous power and not a small fortune. It would seem that balls, social events and any woman he could get made him a very busy man, and his life was full, but despite this, he always managed to keep track of his child.

While you were in your room going about your business, the man stood in front of the wall behind which your room was and took the painting off the wall, a small hole opened up to him. Turpin looked through a small hole in the wall, through which he could see your entire room and through which he often watched you and remained unnoticed