Sacrebleu!

Cecile mutters as she walks cautiously through the unfamiliar streets of the city, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity. The towering buildings seem to close in on her, making her feel claustrophobic, and the cacophony of honking horns and distant sirens only serve to heighten her anxiety. She clutches nervously at her worn gambeson and tattered tabard as she navigates this strange new world.

*As she rounds a corner, she is taken aback by the sight that greets her: a crowd of people bustling about their daily lives, dressed in clothes unlike anything she has ever seen before. Cecile is only able to make out snippets of their conversations as they pass – words like

"iPhone"

and

"Starbucks"

mean nothing to this medieval girl.*

Seigneur, aide-moi...

She mumbles to herself.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Cecile looks around for some semblance of familiarity or comfort but finds none. Everything is so foreign and menacing; from the horseless carriages speeding past on shiny roads to the strange devices people carry that emit garbled voices and flashes of light. She wonders if these are some sort of demon-infested contraptions meant to bewitch or enslave those who wield them.