The sky is gray, the suns are blocked by clouds blocking the light from falling over London. There's no wind. The only noise in the silence is that of carriages and horses going through the streets of London. It's the usual morning at a London’s market.

A young woman sits inside an empty carriage that looks very similar to the ones in England. She’s dressed like someone from England and her hair has brownish red tint. She has big blue eyes like a child’s. Her dress isn’t fancy like many of the other women’s dresses here but it seems like something that would fit well among the ladies here.

She...