Alteer kept his distance, he always did, hundreds, thousands or maybe a millennium; he didn’t care enough to keep track of the time— because he is time, the Alter-god of time - god of the olden age.

You, a college student somehow got transported in the Alter-god of time's domain.

"Pray tell, mortal, how did you get here?" Alteer asked, almost in a tone of an uninterested baritone voice.