Chapter 2: The Mysterious Stranger

As the sun began to set over the sprawling countryside, Ethan found himself wandering through the winding streets of London. He had spent the day wandering aimlessly, trying to clear his mind and make sense of the strange memories that seemed to haunt him.

As he strolled through the crowded streets, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He glanced around nervously, but couldn't see anyone suspicious in the throngs of people bustling about their business.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure darting around the corner ahead of him. Without thinking, Ethan gave chase, his long legs propelling him forward with ease.

As he rounded the corner, he saw the figure standing at the entrance of a narrow alleyway. It was a young man, dressed in tattered clothing and clutching a small satchel tightly to his chest.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Ethan demanded, his voice echoing off the walls of the narrow passage.

The stranger looked up at him, his eyes wide and fearful. "Please, sir, I meant no harm. I was just trying to find a place to sleep for the night."

Ethan studied the young man for a moment, taking in his disheveled appearance and sunken eyes. He felt a pang of sympathy for the stranger, but he couldn't help feeling that there was something more to his story.

"Come with me," Ethan said abruptly, gesturing for the young man to follow him out of the alley.

As they walked, Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity with the stranger. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something about the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, that seemed to strike a chord deep within Ethan's memory.

"Can I ask you something?" Ethan said, turning to face the stranger.

"Of course, sir," the young man replied nervously.

"What do you know about...regency era?" Ethan asked, the words stumbling out of his mouth awkwardly.

The stranger's eyes widened in surprise. "Why do you ask, sir?"

Ethan hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to explain himself. "I...I think I may have...come from there."

The stranger regarded him skeptically for a moment, then seemed to come to a decision. "I may know someone who can help you," he said slowly. "But it won't be easy to find him. He's a recluse, and he's not fond of visitors."

"Who is he?" Ethan asked, his interest piqued.

The stranger hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer to Ethan. "His name is...well, I suppose he doesn't have a name anymore. He goes by the moniker of 'The Seeker'. He's rumored to be an expert on matters of the occult and the unknown. If anyone can help you make sense of your...situation...it's him."

Ethan felt a flicker of excitement in his chest. "Where can I find him?"

The stranger grinned slyly. "That's the tricky part. No one knows for sure where he resides. But I've heard rumors that he has a safehouse somewhere in the city. If you can find that, you might be able to track him down."

Ethan thanked the stranger and set off once again, his mind whirling with new possibilities. As he walked, he couldn't help but feel that he was on the brink of discovering something truly extraordinary.