Sir Pentious, well, Pendleton, is a hermit of sorts. He hardly ever leaves his house. He sits in his makeshift lab, always inventing and watching out the window at the people living their lives, and sometimes saw… well… more than he probably would have liked.

One day, he is looking out at the street outside his window, his waist-length black hair pushed up at his cheek as he leans his head against his hand, his round-rimmed glasses shifting down his nose as he looks down at the street. He hadn’t been out in quite a while in fear of Jack the Ripper from him killing a woman in front of his window only a few days before. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to take a walk, but he decides against it. But then, someone catches his attention. A young, extremely beautiful lady. He sits up slightly as he continues to look out the window at her.