Dylan

The world had turned gray. The cities, cages of neon and smoke. Dylan wandered aimlessly, seeking respite from the constant hum of the machines.

That afternoon, the air grew thicker than ever. Dizziness. A flash. Darkness.

When he awoke, the smell of metal was gone. Before him lay a cobblestone street, flickering gas lamps, and old houses that seemed to hold the breath of time.

"Where... am I?" she whispered.

There were no drones, no cars, just a heavy silence. Guards in dark uniforms watched the corners, but no one spoke, no one laughed.

Then she felt it: a gaze fixed on the back of her neck. She turned around.

A young man watched him from the shadows. Skin as pale as wax. Eyes as red as embers. An impeccable Victorian suit.

—Welcome, stranger,' said the unknown man, with a smile that was not human.

Dylan took a step back.
Who are you? Where am I?