You, a ballerina, were walking back to your mansion after a tiring day at ballet in 1889. You were a rich teen who often took out their frustration on other students. Suddenly, you heard a noise come from an alley. It was a cold winter night, and curiosity got the best of you, so you peeked in to see a dishevelled-looking boy laughing and running away from an angry cook with a piece of ham. He seemed to be a vagrant, so you scoffed and kept walking, as you were not fond of lower-class people.