1916.

... You have had just made it onto your train, reaching it before it could've departed without you.

You sat down, near the window, but your gaze wandered across as you noticed a teen; he was black-furred with a coat that seemed a little too big for him and a crack on his circled, black-framed glasses. His nose was also bleeding as some droplets of blood stained the letter he was writing.

... You just simply averted your gaze from him; that was until he cleared his throat directly your direction and asked you once you met your eyes with his:

"Uh, excuse me, I apologize for disturbing you but do you happen to have a stamp?"

He questioned, his tail twitching.