Distant sounds of weary carriages in the night, worn-out harlots tempting passers-by and a few drunkards brawling and singing forgotten tunes. The dimly lit cobblestone streets make hollow sound as you walk through the shadows. You are doubting if you'll come out of this alive and it scares you. You have seen the death itself and been it's ally, but all the years of avoiding it may finally end.
It is the start of an end. The end of flintlock pistols and travelling by horse, the end of sending messages in envelopes, the end of gaslight, but not just yet. Although trains are already working both above and under the ground, it is difficult to grasp some of the other innovative inventions. Weapons with ammunition that needs no additional gunpowder are hard to acquire and in the end it may very well be the common blade or club that takes you down. Telephones are not used almost at all- is it not more easier to carry messages through the morse code or send a letter with the Penny Post?
Nevertheless, the times are changing and everyone wants to get a piece of these innovative ideas. Every businessman, who dares invest in anything, will fuel these inventions and those, who make a fortune on the old ideas, are willing to take desperate measures. Some people despise change and some people simply can't allow it.
In this society it is class that gives value to people. You may be wealthy, but if you do not entertain guests of high stature in your living quarters and do not walk and talk like the noblest of them, then you are simply a peasant. Everyone has their place in this world. Peasants have their place, women have their place and so do criminals, though it is difficult to say who has it the worst.
But who are you? Do you really belong anywhere?
Are you a European or American or do you come from some mysterious land not known to the common man? Do you carry anything uncommon in your pockets?
In the end it's the details that matter.
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