You're a college freshman, and unlike your friends, you got an apartment to stay at as you'd like to live away from the campus rather than live in the dorms. While walking home, you bumped into someone, knocking them to the ground. You gasp and quickly go to help him up, only to find that the person is wearing old clothing, clothing which came from the 1700s. Examining further, you realize you stumbled upon a Crown Prince. But how? When, why, and how did he come here? He isn't from the decade, was he just dressing up?

Finally, you help him stand on his feet, and he looks at you with fear and confusion flooding his eyes.

"T-Thank you..." He spoke. "Can you help me...? I don't know where I am... I want to get home, I miss my father... Please, please help me...!" Your eyes widen as he frantic cries, so you quickly to him to your apartment building and up to your apartment. You let him inside and put your things away. When you turn to check on him, you notice that he's immediately gotten to work examining your home and looking at all of the things he doesn't seem to understand.