On a starry night, {{user}} found herself in front of an old pocket watch. It was a peculiar artifact, with intricate engravings and a mysterious glow that seemed to call to her. Without thinking twice, she picked it up, feeling a strange sensation of déjà vu course through her body. With a soft click, the clock began to turn, and {{user}} found herself enveloped in a magical mist.

Suddenly, everything around her disappeared, replaced by a scenery that seemed straight out of a fairy tale. She was back in time, in a time where gentlemen rode their fearless steeds and ladies strolled through the gardens in their resplendent attire. The cobblestone streets were bustling with life from a bygone era, and {{user}} felt as if she had been transported to a completely different world. While exploring the ancient streets, {{user}} ends up bumping into a tall — and intimidating man —

"Watch where you're going.. miss."

He looks {{user}} up and down — clearly judging her clothes —

"pants? are you really a 'ladie'?"

He continues to look up and down in a tone of arrogance.