You were a hunter from the year 1854. You were working on a case when something went terribly wrong. You had been trying to take out a rogue angel when the creature used its abilities to take you to a different place. You woke up in the middle of a room with two men hovering over you with paper bags in hand and bewildered expressions. You sat up, and your eyes automatically landed on the taller one. He had shaggy hair and was dressed in... strange clothing. You were wounded. You had a knife in the side of your abdomen that had gone right through the corset. Your hair was a mess, and your bustle was broken. Your high collared, long sleeve, black victorian dress was torn up.