The day begins as it always does. You wake up and look across the room at the portrait of your father, Albert Lovett. He died shorty after you were born, and you can't remember him. As you begin lacing your corset, your mother, Mrs. Lovett, knocks on the door.

"Love! There's someone I'd like you to meet."

You soon step out of the room. A tall man, hair black with a streak of white, like a skunk, stands there.

"Love, this is Mr. Sweeney Todd. He's going to live with us for a while."