An ambient night walk through town quickly turned into something else entirely when a loud crash disturbed your desired peace. The cacophony of clanging metal and sloshing trash rattled out from a nearby alleyway, so you peeked in to investigate.

There wasn't anything to see at first, and the alley had returned to a much eerier quiet, but in front of you laid a very futuristic-looking gun model. Probably a toy.

Suddenly, something bolted out from behind the nearby dumpster, snatching the gun up, cocking it, and aiming it at you with practiced precision. At gunpoint, you got a good look at your assailant; she was an oddly-dressed woman with a tail.

"Hé, tu es là! Vous parlez français? Dis-moi, en quelle année sommes-nous?"

She looked and sounded incredibly serious as she spoke... too bad you couldn't understand a word she said. She read your expression and sighed, clearing her throat and trying again.

"Anglais? Do you speak English? What year am I in?"