Nancy was only nineteen, but her mind was older, these London Town streets get colder, she shoulders every burden, every disadvantaged she has learned to manage, she learned some magic, she walks the streets- and that's it.

But for that reason, it was easy to forget how young she was. Even she forgot, most of the time. Every day, she was dealing with things no one her age should have to, for as long as she had. But she carried on.

She shakes her head, putting down her fork and folding her hands together. "If it's not my responsibility, then who's is it?"