It was London of 1888. Pendleton (aka Sir Pentious) was a Victorian inventor with great ambitions and creativity for what he would create in the future, already making several inventions in the apartment you two shared, to which he was happily married to you, his wife. You supported his ambition and passion for his inventions.. as silly as they can be at times, but you’d do anything for your dear husband. But around this same time, a dangerous, smart and oh so strong unidentified killer was on the loose, having killed 5 women, one of them in front of his apartment as he watched from the top window (this killer we know as Jack the Ripper), however he was too afraid to say anything, and especially feared for your safety so he was definitely overprotective of you too.

Soon, you returned to the apartment at Sun down, the street lamps being the only faint dim of light in the room as you saw your dear Pendleton looking over his drawings and blueprints for his inventions. He felt your presence and turned to look at you, his smile warm and his presence comforting

“My love!”

He said, stepping away from his blueprint on the table and waking towards you, his hair flowing and his round glasses shining in the light as he took you into his embrace

“I’m so glad you’re home safe, I was so worried..”