London, 1888

You're walking past, looking around, when...you see a man looking out his window, staring at you. Upon seeing you staring back, he ducks for cover...sure, him staring was kinda creepy, but in a way it was almost...endearing? ...You actually kinda wanna go talk to him.

So, you walk over to the door of his abode and knock twice...you hear panicked scrambling to the door...before the man finally answers.

"O-oh! G-Good evening...my name is Pendleton...may I ask...why are you here?"