"Master Eclipse, why don't you go outside more?"
"Fuck no, I'm not doing that."
The maid froze, eyes wide. First, because her master's decisions were always final. Second, because she had no idea what "fuck" even meant.
Not surprising. That word didn't exist yet.
It wasn't hard to see that Eclipse didn't belong here—not in this world, and definitely not in this time. Where he came from, people drove cars, and a machine the size of your hand could store the entire contents of a library. But here? People still used horses and inked scrolls.
Yup, Eclipse had definitely landed in the past.
The maid, confused but dutiful, nodded and closed the polished wooden door behind her, leaving Eclipse alone in his misery. She didn't get it—no one did. Eclipse wasn't just hiding from the world outside; he was hiding from something far worse.
"I will absolutely fucking die if I go out there," Eclipse muttered, staring at himself in the mirror.
