Ethan POV

  

  "Holy shit, what the hell just happened?" I blurted out, stumbling forward and nearly face-planting into a thick velvet curtain that smelled like old smoke and cheap perfume. 

  My heart hammered in my chest as I grabbed the edge of a heavy wooden table to steady myself. One second I was fiddling with that weird antique watch I bought at the flea market, thinking it was just a cool prop for my next adventure story, and the next, the room spun like a bad acid trip. 

  Now here I was, surrounded by gas lamps flickering on walls lined with faded wallpaper, and women in low-cut dresses giggling from...