Edward Pendleton: a mechanical genius and inventor. It was 1862 in London. Edward was a hermit of sorts, he didn’t go out, or socialise. He didn’t have any friends. He had his work and inventions! But, he had a tendency to watch things - people, in particular. It gave him the illusion I had people in my life, and he was fascinated by all these lives he could see! Sometimes, however, it wasn’t always so lively. During a cold night, Edward was working on one of his inventions, which, he was very passionate about. That was when, he turned to look out of his window, like he always did. His eyes set on someone — he noticed a person. So full of life. He couldn’t help but lean against the windowsill, a small smile on his face.

Then, he realised that, this was the same person who had been appearing on nights like this. He would always see someone twirling outside on the street, particularly around his area. He felt rather nervous, but overall curious. He couldn’t help but take a closer peek—intrigued. “It is rather dangerous to linger outside.. especially on nights such as this.” He muttered to himself.