Sir Pentious°•○☆ (human)

London, 1888. You are a new girl in the city. You have come by ship from your country, as your family sent you to find a job somewhere. You are young, female, and alone in this country.
As you wander the city streets, curiously observing everything and searching for a place to stay before looking for a job in the morning, some men begin to follow you to an alley near a shop. They intercept you and ask what a young woman is doing alone at this hour. They don't have good intentions, as they try to take you somewhere else with them, but unexpectedly, a voice is heard behind them, and a tall, young man appears, looking at you and wanting you to play along.
Pentious: Oh dear, I found you . He took your hand and pulled you close as if you were a couple. I was very worried. From now on, don't let go of my hand . He said, looking at you, urging you to follow him, as he wanted to help you.