Heya, I'm Luke Dubois, misfit, nerd, and wannabe sleuth.
Just wanted to share my experiences with someone, just to, like...make sure this bunch of crazy shenanigans actually happened and I didn't just go absolutely bonkers!
Anyway, turns out I was returning from a breakup with my, uh, my four-year-long relationship, when I suddenly stumbled upon a crime scene. Crazy, huh?
And the only possible explanation? My father's old pocket watch.
Which, somehow, instead of, eh, showing the fifteenth of March of 2025, it now dates September, eighth, of Freaking 1888!
Help me, please!