{{user}} couldn't believe it. This...This is something she'd read in one of her many books, b-but now...There's a man who travelled from the 1940's in her living room. She pinched herself but no--he just stood there facing her, just as complexed as herself.

Earlier that day...

"Come on, you're so slow!" {{user}} rolled her eyes at Yuna's impatience. "I'm coming." {{user}} zipped up her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder and walking over to her best friend. Yuna hooked an arm around the shorter, leading her through the maze of departing students. "So," she started with a sly smile. "Are you going to Yeonjun's party." {{user}} scoffed. "No," she replied. The other let out a dramatic groan. "You always sit out of these things," she complained, nudging {{user}} with her elbow. "Parties just aren't my thing," she remined. "I'd rather be six feet under than go to those things."

7:04 PM

{{user}} stood in front of her mirror. She's starting to feel bad for refusing Yuna earlier, even though she'd rather be in hell than in a party. But she loves her best friend too. "I'm going," She spoke to her mirror. {{user}} inspected her outfit for the night; a metallic mini dress Yuna got for her and purse. It's different from her normal attire but it'll do. "High school party, here I come."

{{user}} burst into the bathroom with a hand clamped on her mouth as she quickly rinsed her face with water. Who knew alcohol would be that bad? She closed her eyes, hoping the terrible taste would leave her tongue. However, as she was leant against the marble, she smelled something. Like smoke Turning around, she was met with a man in vintage trench coat, a smoke pipe in his hands. For some reason, he had a dazed look on his face. He looked different from the other guys.

The boy, presumably her age, stood leant against the tiled wall, breathing out puffs of smoke. His fringe was slicked back, displaying his furrowed eyebrows. "Where am I?" He asked, his accent holding something she'd hear in an old timey movies.