The Day Before the Crown Ceremony

The day before the crown ceremony. 

The Britannia Empire is shrouded with darkness by the night. Despite it, the capital city, London, still buzzed with life. Storefronts with their bright lighting, vehicles roaming the road, and the people walking on the pavement doing their nightly routines.

One of the people walking on the pavement is Rolan. Clad in a black trench coat, a top hat, and round glasses. His current appearance was a perfect disguise where no people would quickly recognize his true identity.

He turned right to the alley, where darkness awaited him as the light of the city couldn't reach it. 

Rolan continued walking into the alley until he found a backdoor of a certain establishment. He reached for the doorknob and opened it. 

A white-haired elderly man greeted him weakly. 

"They are waiting for you upstairs, Sir." 

"Good, because I won't be long," Rolan said as he proceeded to walk up the stairs.