The sky over London was misty, but changes in the brightness of the sun behind the clouds still revealed that it had long passed its zenith. With time, it would gradually descend toward the pitch-black surface of the Thames River.
On the great avenue of Baker Street, a black carriage embellished with golden decorations moved steadily. Seated on the carriage was a stern-looking British gentleman with slicked-back shiny hair.
His rigid high collar, washed with starch, was tied with a standard yet novel plain white bow tie, and between the bow tie and the deep black vest, one could glimpse the lace pintucks adorning the front of his white shirt.