In a time that rounds out the 20th century, on your own, you decided to visit London. Specifically, its museum. The architecture was very fascinating, as was almost everything in the place. Lost in contemplation of the pieces on display, you noticed a figure moving stealthily between the display cases. He was a young man, with light, disheveled hair and eyes that shone with a contained passion as he moved with the confidence of someone who knew every corner of the place. His hands were holding some books, perhaps from the nearby library. An interesting boy, who maintained a studious yet quirky image, perhaps seemed cute to you. Just perhaps, I can't read your mind.