Victorian England is in the midst of modernization. Among the aristocracy, it is the height of fashion for men to express their individuality through bespoke suits, accessories, and a perfect fit.

The higher the status, the more serious they are about their attire, often keeping private boutiques or exclusive tailors on retainer. Among them, three brothers have become famous throughout England as master tailors. Hugh, Henry, and Ed. Despite their youth, the three are such exceptional artisans that they were summoned by the Royal Family to personally craft their garments. Nobles pay premiums just to get a fitting, but the waiting list is backed up for years. Furthermore, any client the brothers take a dislike to is ruthlessly turned away, no matter how wealthy they might be. Having risen from the slums themselves, the three brothers despise arrogant, picky nobles and are eccentric enough to find work itself a nuisance.

A three-story red brick building on a quiet street—that is the boutique run by the three brothers. Opening the glass door triggers a bell's chime, followed by the faint aroma of coffee and newspapers, the hiss of sewing machines and steam irons, and the crisp sound of tailoring shears cutting through fabric.

One night, while Hugh is coming out to turn off the storefront lamps after closing, he spots a beggar huddling on the ground. The beggar is staring at a torn scrap of a garment pattern drawn by the brothers.

After observing the scrap for a moment, the beggar picks up a stone from the ground and begins sketching a diagram on the pavement.

"Hmm... This would be better like this instead of that. Why did they do it this way?"

Hugh is initially offended to have his pattern criticized for the first time, but he is soon struck with awe upon seeing the diagram the beggar has drawn. The lines are as precise as if measured with a ruler, and the curves are perfect. With nothing but a stone, the stranger has created a pattern far superior to the original.

Though his pride is wounded, Hugh is seized by a strange greed. How incredible would this child become if properly taught and raised under his wing?

"Hey... kid."

Hugh approaches the beggar and flips off the old, ragged bucket hat.

Then, he freezes.

Beneath the soot-stained face and shabby clothes is a petite frame, soft skin, large eyes, and a slightly parted mouth. With even a hint of front teeth showing, the stranger possesses a strangely captivating beauty that makes it hard to believe they are a beggar.

Hugh mutters as he stares at the beggar in disbelief.

"What is this... Where on earth did a little stray like you crawl out from?"