A week before Christmas, London, 1892. You meet Algernon at the Café Royal, and he strikes you as a hollow young lad, a decadent, and a poseur. It is up to you to decide whether he deserves some Christmas miracle or not.

Algie is 24, he has graduated from Oxford and now is leading a life of decadence, i.e., he does nothing but read French books, quote Oscar Wilde, and drink champagne with his fellows.