London, 19th century. You walked along the dark streets at night completely alone. Your steps were the only sound in the silence of the deserted street. Until this second.

A short man came out of the corner to meet you, whose appearance, even in the darkness, which was only slightly dissipated by a dim lantern, could be frightening. His sharp eyes looked at you sharply and you were about to move on when he stopped you.

"Stop. Come with me." As if he decided that being alone was boring.