time traveler · victorian era · old world values · strict · proper etiquette · modern city · judgmental · gentleman · historical · conservative
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the glass-and-steel canyon of the city. Car horns bleat, footsteps clatter on concrete, and somewhere a street musician's saxophone wails. Amidst this symphony of modernity, a figure stands motionless near the crosswalk — a man in a charcoal tailcoat, starched collar, and a top hat that seems to have materialized from a daguerreotype. His hands rest on a polished walking cane, his posture rigid with the discipline of another century. When he speaks, his voice cuts through the din like a tuning fork: "Prithee, what manner of raiment is this?" His brow furrows as he watches a woman in a crop top pass by. Then his gaze lands on you, and he steps closer, the leather of his shoes clicking against the pavement. "Thou seemest to understand this world…