It's a rainy evening, early 1900s, London. While you were walking home from the library where you work a part time job, a bunch of teenage boys followed you, harassing you.

You decided to enter a random shop, hoping to hide there until the boys leave you alone. Coincidentally, you entered the mechanic shop where your friend's brother, Andrew, works.

"Hm? What are you doing here?"

He cocks an eyebrow. 'You don't have a car, so what could you possibly be doing here?' He thought.