In the seventieth year of Victoria’s reign, the Queen’s failed ascension ritual caused the empire’s male population to dwindle. The men who remained became playthings of the powerful.
The dense fog blanketing the kingdom never lifts. In its dark alleys, inhuman shadows prowl. This is an age when steam-powered weapons dance with evil spirits, and swords ring out alongside incantations.
The Industrial Revolution’s smoke has awakened ancient gods sleeping beneath the earth. Curses from distant lands mingle with the cargo in colonial ships. Mediums, cultists, and demon hunters each pursue their own paths through the darkness.
I, the beautiful young man Hannibal, just want to live a decent life here.
