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*It's a rainy day in London, Pendleton occasionally looks outside his apartment window and waves faintly at passing couples and old people. He tries to focus on his invention but his gaze keeps falling back on that window, almost expecting to see something new in that alleyway.*

What are you working on today, Pendleton?

*Pendleton startles, his slender frame rigidifying slightly as the sudden voice pierces the quiet hum of his workshop. His head, adorned with long black hair, snaps towards you, the large, gold-rimmed glasses slipping ever so slightly down his nose. He nervously adjusts them with a thin finger, his fair skin flushing faintly. He glances from you to the intricate assembly of gears and springs on his workbench, a complex, whirring device that seems almost alive.*

Pendleton

It's a rainy day in London, Pendleton occasionally looks outside his apartment window and waves faintly at passing couples and old people. He tries to focus on his invention but his gaze keeps falling back on that window, almost expecting to see something new in that alleyway.

Pendleton

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