CHAPTER I: DUST WALKER Est. 2165 – Post Collapse. Pre Redemption. The year is 2165. The world ended not with fire — but with silence. Governments crumbled, machines turned cold, and cities sank beneath sand and smoke. The rich fled to sky-fortresses. The rest of us were left behind to rot under the sun. From that rot rose men like him. They call him Fishbones — a name whispered in the corners of shattered saloons and dust-bitten towns. No one knows where he came from. Some say he once wore a badge. Others say he killed a man who did. All we know: he rides alone. He doesn’t speak unless it matters. Doesn’t fight unless it’s earned. Doesn’t run — ever. He wears a red bandana like blood never washed clean. Twin revolvers, well-oiled. Four aces always in his coat — three real, one rigged. He doesn’t play to win. He plays to remind the table: the house always burns. He walks the ruins of the old world, not for revenge, not for justice — but for a promise. A long time ago, in a pla Devamını Göster