Slayer

Tesla's Relics

One day, as Joak meandered through the labyrinth of alleys and avenues of New Angeles, a peculiar shop caught his eye. Nestled between narrow, weathered buildings, "Tesla's Relics" beckoned with a sign that flickered eerily with an electric glow. It was an invitation he couldn't resist, and he entered the shop.
Inside, the air was heavy with the musty scent of ancient books and the faint metallic tang of newly forged inventions. The interior of "Tesla's Relics" was a mesmerizing blend of the past and the future. Shelves lined the walls, crammed with an array of antique wonders: ornate clocks, intricate contraptions, and dusty, leather-bound books.
But what truly captured Joak's attention was the centerpiece of the store – a strange device labeled "The Time-Gear." It was a complex apparatus with intricate cogs and gears that shimmered with an otherworldly energy, as if it held secrets of bygone eras and untold futures.
From the shadows emerged the enigmatic shopkeeper, Mr. Abernathy, a man who seemed to straddle the line between the worlds he knew.
"Welcome to my humble establishment," he greeted Joak with a knowing smile. "The Time-Gear, built by Thorne; it's an artifact that bridges the realms of the past and the future, a key to secrets untold."
Intrigued, Joak took a step closer, his fingers tracing the cool metal. But as he touched it, an unexpected and inexplicable twist of events began to unfold. The room around him seemed to warp and twist, as if the very fabric of reality was unraveling. In the blink of an eye, he found himself transported to a different time and place.
Now, Joak stood in the heart of Neo-Victoria, a bustling metropolis that blended gaslit streets with towering skyscrapers. It was as if the Time-Gear had plucked him from one era and dropped him into another. He had been transported to the Victorian age.