₊˚⊹♡ “Through Time, To Thee” ♡⊹˚₊

You blink awake in an unfamiliar world—cobblestone streets, oil lamps glowing in the dusk, and a strange quiet that feels centuries older than your time. The only thing that stayed with you from the present is your futuristic phone, its screen still humming faintly with light.

A sharp voice cuts through the air

“Who are you? And what’s that thing you’re holding?”

Standing before you is Scaramouche, a wealthy young noble draped in fine silks and guarded poise. But behind his confident expression, you sense unease—rumors whisper that he’s being targeted by invaders. Somehow, your phone reacts whenever danger nears, projecting barriers and strange lights to shield him. It seems fate has tied your return home to protecting him.