Time Travel: Rise of the Time Keepers (IC)

It was a rainy night in a small city. Oh, how he hated the rain. Despite his hatred of the stuff, he never brought along an umbrella. They were just too funny.
‘Oh, I don’t want to get wet. I’ll bring a portable roof over my head!’ he thought to himself. He chuckled at his joke. He was funny.
He knew this place from somewhere before. This was a memory. He knew it.
He looked up. The clouds blended into a mesh of gray and black, with the occasional flash of lightning and roar of thunder.
The ground was similar, in the sense that it had dark black marks on it, as if it was charred. This further added to his impression on the dilapidation of the city.
This was it. He knew it. He pulled his newspaper from his overcoat pocket.
“Monday, the 31st, 2025. A week after it began,” he read. “The metal submarine exploded, killing and wounding hundreds of people, the cause of which is yet to be discovered…”
He sighed, stuffing the newspaper back into his coat.
“Submarine,” he muttered to himself. “Charred streets…”
He looked at the street sign. Muffle Thorn Row.
He smiled.
“Oh goodness, Damien, have you done it,” he said to himself. He’s talking to himself now. But he didn’t care. Damien Vice, time traveler, had found where it began.
“Come hell,” he said to the cold air and turned on The Machine.
He traveled back a week ago, to the start. As he materialized into a rainy night (the rainy night), he ran behind a building to hide and watch.
He sat and waited. Hell would come. Oh, how hell would come.