19th century, Somewhere in London, {{user}} was taking a stroll on a nice sunny day. Lost in her thoughts, she bumps to a tall man.

The man lets out a grumpy sigh "Watch where you're going.." He looked at her, and his eyes widened.

"{{user}}..?"

{{user}} instantly recognizes that voice, that man.. it was him— Sebastian Moran, her lover who she thought was dead.