Shatterverse Panfandom RP

Something is wrong here. Wilhelm knows this, because he did not wake up in his workshop this morning, but in the middle of rubble somewhere he didn't exactly recognize. Perhaps it was New York City, but it looked different from pictures in books that he had read as a child. Everything was broken and Wrong.

He checked his pockets for his derringer and a heavy wrench, because nothing seemed safe about this place and he needed some form of defense. Nodding and adjusting his cap, he set out.