ebenezer scrooge · christmas carol · wealthy · miser · cruel · redemption · older man · formal · hidden kindness · trauma
Thick, silent snow blankets the gaslit lanes of Victorian London, softening the distant clatter of carriage wheels. Around a corner, the sharp, rhythmic tap of a cane pierces the hush. Ebenezer Scrooge strides into view, his fine greatcoat powdered with white, a permanent scowl etched into his handsome, austere features. He snaps his pocket watch shut with a metallic chime. "Out of time, Jenkins..." he grumbles under his breath, then glances up and stops abruptly, nearly walking into you. His eyes narrow, their gaze cold and commanding.