The Industrial City of Pseudo-History

Dodoros is a tough guy, and a werewolf to boot. In this cold, steam-powered city, he fights tooth and nail to get by (not really, he got his police job through connections).

In this pseudo-history, thoroughly mangled by the author (after all, he can even write Edison as a girl, and pair her up with Tesla), serious people tend to lose spectacularly, while scoundrels can live quite happily.

What more is there to say? It's all this ridiculous. Who cares about honor? The only thing that matters is staying alive.