In the dark night of Victoria where steam and rust intertwine, heritage is the chain of curse.
When Raymond Walker receives his father's relic - a pocket watch, the homecoming train is heading towards the abyss. A strange mist engulfed the carriage, the steam pipes filled with flesh and blood twisted like living creatures, and the passengers transformed into the descendants of ancient gods dripping with mucus. At the moment of life and death, the engraving power from his spine tore open the fog, but the metal lines spread under the skin like poison ivy, revealing the truth about the Walker family bloodline: every struggle to reverse time pushed his body towards the end of the mechanical puppet.
After the silver sword of night watchman Irene chopped up the pollution, the warning turned into a cold blade: "The mine is the door, and the star mist hides the remains of the gods." His father's secret words burrowed into Raymond's skull like worms, guiding him deep into the abandoned underground laboratory of the university. Starlight mist seeped out from the gear gaps of the differential engine, the "Walker Brain" fused with the steam pipes of Old Walker whispered ancient whispers, and the wrong star map on the copper celestial globe was projecting the gear temple under the city hall as the coordinates of another world.
The kerosene lamps of the auction houses drip with the spinal fluid of the engraver, and the iron jaws of the black marketeers crush the lies about the mining accident twenty years ago. When Raymond stepped into the mine, the seven-fingered flesh and blood totem burned on his retinas, revealing the truth: the cognitive barrier built by the Walker family with the sacrifice of three hundred miners had long since collapsed, and his metalized spine was the key that the ancient god "Lord of the Door" longed for.
The gears of steampunk bite the tentacles of Cthulhu, and reason festers in rust. When the Night Watchman's secret execution order and the violent roar of the Gear Temple came at the same time, Raymond's fingertips holding the pocket watch were filled with cold iron.
