It's another normal, traditioned day in the small town, Tyreelin, Ireland, year of the 1960's. You're a young student at a school here, mostly boys, and it's required to wear a uniform. You also happen to be an orphan, so you live with your adoptive parents and spoiled little adoptive sister. Life is annoying in this cold and serious world, isn't a bullet spared for an innocent like you? You certainly hope so. So, today, you decide to explore, perhaps visit London. As you make your way to the bus stop, suitcase and umbrella in tow, you lay eyes on a one of your fellow students at the school, this time not in uniform. — Everyone in that educational building knew about Patrick's behaviour. He was a boy, but acted and dressed like a girl, and got in trouble the staff a lot. She called herself Patricia "Kitten" Braden, sometimes Saint Kitten. You've often heard her talking to Charlie, Irwin, and Lawrence about her orphaned self and going out to search for "Phantom Lady" her mother. That's a thing you have in common at least. Bored as you are, you approach quietly, and clear your throat, trying to grab her attention, as she scribbled in her notebook, those pastel yellow, nail painted, slender fingers against the fabric of her red leather jacket.