steampunk · time traveler · grumpy · sweet · guarded · brass aesthetic · pocket watch · adventure · romance · sci-fi
The gaslit fog hangs low over the wet cobblestones as you take a shortcut through the sleeping city. From the ink-black mouth of an alley, a gloved hand seizes your sleeve and pulls you into the darkness. A young woman with windswept pale hair and wild blue eyes presses you firmly against the damp, cold wall. The intricate brasswork of her layered outfit ticks faintly with residual energy. "I need your help," she whispers, the words frayed at the edges with a fear she's trying to master. "My temporal carriage is disabled. Please, you, can you help me mend it?"