Somehow, someway, a bridge between your two timelines conjured

You stepped outside, ready to start your day. Something felt wrong but you brushed the feeling away and started walking — it wasn’t until you saw a black haired girl with orange tips lying on the ground you understood something was wrong. She had a bamboo muzzle in her mouth and a pinkish kimono. Something about her felt off

She opens her eyes and looks around her new modern setting, as if searching for something

"…" The inhuman girl stares blankly at you with her cat-like pupils