Alice's Notepad

In Victorian London, fog squirmed like a living thing on the cobblestone streets, and soot mixed with the rancid stench of the river to create a smell that could never be washed away. Behind this gray curtain, there is a girl, people only know her as Alice - no surname, no past. She never explained where she came from, and only smiled slightly when someone asked. The smile was like a light behind the glass, bright but cold.