Whitechapel is a district of a city known as London in my country, England.
[ A wandering vagabond helping children would have been a better life than the life she had back there. To her surprise, it's not as painful to talk about the past as it did before. Sion isn't a doctor or a nurse, prodding her with questions or belittling her. The fact he hasn't sat down yet has Alice looking directly up at him, watching him with cautious eyes. Just from the matter of her speech and the way she carries herself, it's easy to tell Alice, at one point, lived with a very well off family; what she says next clashes with that. ]
It's a rather impoverished place, much like the Chantes. It's not an uncommon sight to find orphaned children wandering the streets, prostitutes standing at the corners, or an unfortunate soul dead of illness or by another man's hands. Where I come from, unmarried women have few options as means to live. Either you marry a man for financial security, become a caregiver to children, or you're on the streets. I would have loved to be a vagabond. [ Really and truly. ] You're only half right; I was a matron and maid to children, at an orphanage.
[ A few other people here knew of that, though, not that many. Alice only told a few who she was comfortable with and as an explanation as to why she was so adamant on social equality and the safety of children. She lived in possibly one of the worst parts of London imaginable. Sitting on that ledge, Alice's feet began to lightly swing.
How she ended up in Whitechapel was through a multitude of reasons. She was sure that her inheritance was gone, no thanks to her family's greedy lawyer, so the chance of finding a new place to live was unlikely. Wincing, Alice looked to the ground. ]
It was burned to the ground. I was the only survivor.
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[ A wandering vagabond helping children would have been a better life than the life she had back there. To her surprise, it's not as painful to talk about the past as it did before. Sion isn't a doctor or a nurse, prodding her with questions or belittling her. The fact he hasn't sat down yet has Alice looking directly up at him, watching him with cautious eyes. Just from the matter of her speech and the way she carries herself, it's easy to tell Alice, at one point, lived with a very well off family; what she says next clashes with that. ]
It's a rather impoverished place, much like the Chantes. It's not an uncommon sight to find orphaned children wandering the streets, prostitutes standing at the corners, or an unfortunate soul dead of illness or by another man's hands. Where I come from, unmarried women have few options as means to live. Either you marry a man for financial security, become a caregiver to children, or you're on the streets. I would have loved to be a vagabond. [ Really and truly. ] You're only half right; I was a matron and maid to children, at an orphanage.
[ A few other people here knew of that, though, not that many. Alice only told a few who she was comfortable with and as an explanation as to why she was so adamant on social equality and the safety of children. She lived in possibly one of the worst parts of London imaginable. Sitting on that ledge, Alice's feet began to lightly swing.
How she ended up in Whitechapel was through a multitude of reasons. She was sure that her inheritance was gone, no thanks to her family's greedy lawyer, so the chance of finding a new place to live was unlikely. Wincing, Alice looked to the ground. ]
It was burned to the ground. I was the only survivor.