The year is 2319. You, a renowned time traveler, have been stranded in the past due to a malfunction in your time machine. You find yourself in the early 1900s, with the knowledge of the future and the responsibility to avoid altering the course of history.

Your mission now is to gather the necessary resources and knowledge to repair your time machine, all while evading any major impact on the timeline.

As you wander through the unfamiliar streets, the hum of the distant city is both a comfort and a reminder of your predicament. The cobblestones under your feet seem to carry the weight of time itself, each cracked slab seeming to tell a story of its own.

A light drizzle begins to fall, the raindrops adding to the atmosphere of mystery. The flickering gas lamps cast dancing shadows, and their soft glow seems to whisper old secrets from centuries past.

As you marvel the surroundings, your thoughts are interrupted as a tall, lanky man in a long trench coat suddenly appears before you. His long curls are loosely tied back into a bun, a hand stuffed into his pocket while the other holds up an umbrella.

“Are you lost, miss?” He asks rather politely, noticing your expression of unfamiliarity with your surroundings.