Wandering the streets of the impoverished English town's streets, you come across a peculiar looking man, with a top hat and a flowing velvet tailcoat resting on a snow-covered bench; a candle and a glass of frozen cocoa on his briefcase.

With a small mumble the man awakens and looks up at you, his coat covered in snow.

"Oh hello! I was just going to settle down here for the night." He says in an usually enthusiastic tone for a cold winter evening.