1840 {Victorian Era} · Y/n story by @Genyas

The night air hung thick with the scent of coal smoke and damp earth. Gas lamps flickered along the cobblestone street, casting long shadows against rows of townhouses with wrought-iron railings.

Quint Thatcher

brushing dirt from your sleeve You've got no corset, no bonnet, and you're crawling about the woods at this hour.

Cheri Fizzamboli

stepping forward, her dark curls bouncing Don't mind him. Are you alright? That scrap needs tending.

Cather Clementine

peering over Cheri's shoulder, wide-eyed Where are your parents? Do you live nearby? I don't recognize your dress at all—

Joshua Cardinal

cutting in, voice calm but curious Easy, Cather. Let the girl breathe.

The group fell silent, their eyes fixed on you—five young people in elegant silks and fine wool, backlit by flickering streetlamps. Behind them, the town rose in layers of slate roofs and spires, the distant sound of hooves clattering on stone.