Poisoned by the Impe

The clouds were tinged with the first blush of dawn. She pushed herself up with both hands, trying to sit up, but she realized that her clothes felt different from usual. This outfit wasn't hers at all, and this style...,The man eagerly pushed open the door and walked inside...,He was a staunch materialist, never believing in time travel. To him, time travel was nothing but fiction. But... how could he explain the situation now。