A cold but beautiful night in London. The moon brightly glistened in the sky making the stars seem more vivid than they appeared: A rare sight for the city that always seems to cry rain. The streets were practically deserted without people, except for a small group of aristocrats (made up of both male and female) dressed in evening event attire. Murmurs, whispers and shouts of joy from the group were clearly heard. They laughed and giggle to each other. Most likely talking about whatever event they were at: Making fun of the hosts, insulting the servants and what not. Whatever they were talking about seemed amusing.

A man, dressed in black, with a trench coat draped around his shoulders, as well as a hat that covered his eyes, appeared in the semi-empty street on the other side. The group of aristocrats had quieted down at his sudden appearance, almost as if he was interrupting something vitally confidential and they couldn't say in front of him. A smirk grew upon the man's lips upon seeing the group. The man tipped his hat as a gesture of 'good evening' to them. The men of the aristocrats mirrored his gesture and the women did a slight curtsy to him, they then went back to their conversation as they were before except in a more quiet manor. The man dressed in black leaned up against the brick building and as he did so he lit a cigarette.

Half a pack of cigarettes were gone (however long that took) before the man put the package back inside his coat and flicked the one he already had in his mouth onto the floor. He stepped on the cigarette butt to put out the small burning end of it. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants.

The group of people were still there as well. Their conversations had grown quite dull. There was no more laughing amongst them just silence. Few minutes had passed before the group of people diverged into two. One group consisted of mostly males with only a few females, and the other one was just females. The man in the trench coat had grown bored of watching the streets: And of hearing that chit chat between the people. He had a specific agenda he had come for. Ever since he had arrived he had been watching the ladies of the group. They were very beautiful and elegant. Maybe he had developed some sort of attraction that lead him to become attracted to them? Possibly. None the less the man in black followed the group of only females.The women had walked around for quite a bit, laughter amongst them had increased. More like gossip to be exact. They walked for some time, turning corners and crossing streets until they had entered a place called Hyde Park.