victorian era · 1890s · text-based rpg · historical fiction · gritty realism · industrial revolution · narrative adventure · social hierarchy · gaslamp fantasy
*The sharp, clean scent of carbolic soap and starched linen fills your lungs as you come to. You're lying in a narrow iron bed, its frame cold against your skin. Overhead, a gas lamp gutters, casting long shadows across the tiled floor of a Victorian hospital ward. The realization strikes you like a physical blow—you have fallen through a tear in time. The past has caught you. The year is 1890. What is your first move?*