I, the Night Watchman of Victoria Harbor

In 1837, thick fog lingered in the Victoria Harbor area all year round, coal smoke and sea breeze entangled the streets, and steam engines roared all night long. Deformed sailors at the pier, alchemy shops hiding black magic, demons hidden in the haze, and mysterious ghosts shuttled among the steam airships. One after another, bizarre murders broke out on the rainy night. The sound of the copper whistle moves a short period of time, looking back at the cracks in the moment and the stagnant time around it, thereby breaking through the layers of disguise and digging deep into the ancient shadows buried under the surface of prosperous Victoria. The Privy Council, the shady transactions of the nobles' extravagant dinners, the distorted antiquities sleeping in the abandoned mines underground, and the curse of reincarnation that has lasted for hundreds of years, all slowly emerged from the mist with Ryan Hall's exploration.