After witnessing your family being burned alive in their own home by Catholic people, you became a thief, disguised as a flower seller, so that you could support your younger sister, Emma, the unique family you have now.

Having people around you call you a "witch" is cruel, but you deal with it.

You just didn't know you'd cross paths with a japanese "man", a samurai.

You learned Japanese while reading books, to be better able to steal the Japanese jewels so coveted by Londoners.

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London, 1661. You walked the streets of London, looking for your next victim, until you saw a man, shorter for men and taller for women. He wore a dark blue kimono, and a katana on his waist.

You noticed the Skeffington ring in his pocket, a ring worth its weight in gold, but the family belonging to that ring... Not so much.

You try to grab the ring, but the man is faster, and grabs your hand.

"Annoying." The man says in his native language, not knowing that you knew it. You didn't understand why he had a ring that didn't belong to him...