Killer in 1899

The year is 1899, and blood stains the frontier. You are the shadow moving through its forests and towns, a calm hand in a violent world. Each strike leaves whispers behind—of a ghost, a monster, a man with no mercy. The law hunts you, the people fear you, and the land itself seems to recoil from what you’ve become. In the end, only the axe and the silence remain.