1888. Bizzare adventure: Dark Kingdom

(IN DEVELOPMENT) Beneath the brooding skies of Kostroma, where the Volga’s currents carve secrets into the frost, a stranger arrived in Kalinov—Solomon, a sailor forged by shipwreck and wrath. His village lay in ashes, devoured by flames set by a man named Etera, whose sermons of revolution masked a rabid hunger for carnage. To the world, Etera was a narodovolets, a bard of class war; in truth, he was a wolf in ideologue’s clothing, his bombs not tools of change but offerings to his own bloodlust. Solomon, at 23, carried vengeance like a flintlock beneath his coat—precise, cold, and waiting to spark. His mind, sharp as a naval dagger, dissected lies before they could breathe. Yet even he could not foresee the storm that awaited him at Kalinov’s soot-stained train station. There, amidst the screech of iron and steam, stood Gino Antonio Zeppeli—a Neapolitan tempest in a cowboy hat, his grin as reckless as the Spin humming in his palms. A deserter from the Naples Guard, Gino wore his defiance like armor: light blue sweatshirt frayed at the edges, boots caked with the mud of a thousand escapes. “Bello,” he drawled, twirling a steel ball between his fingers.