In 1862, North America trembled at a single name—John Wings.
He was the most wanted man across sixty-five districts, carrying a bounty of $10,000 on his head. Towns went silent when whispers of his arrival spread. Sheriffs tightened their grips on revolvers, and bounty hunters prayed before tracking him—many never returned. To the world, John Wings was a ruthless gangster, a man who carved fear into the land with blood and gunfire.
District by district, his influence spread. His gang moved like a storm, crushing resistance and erasing law wherever it stood. Badges fell into the dirt, soaked in red, and those sworn to bring justice became warnings for others who dared to follow.
But John Wings did not walk this path alone.
By his side stood a man who was both shield and sword, a brother in arms forged through blood and survival—Leans Rock. Where John inspired terror, Leans enforced it. He guarded John's back in battle, stood unshaken when bullets flew, and never once abandoned him. His name carried its own weight across the land, marked by a bounty of $7,500, earned through battles that left sheriffs and bounty killers broken and defeated.
Together, they were unstoppable.
Then came the accusation that shook the nation.
John Wings was blamed for the murder of his own family—his pregnant wife included. Some claimed he slaughtered them with his own hands before disappearing into the night. Others believed he fled, leaving them to die. The truth was buried beneath rumors, fear, and blood, and the world chose the story it wanted to believe.
To them, the monster was born that night.
But the truth was different.
John had never chosen this path. He was not born a killer, nor did he seek power or dominance. Fate twisted his life, dragging him into a nightmare where survival demanded cruelty and mercy was seen as weakness.
And before that one night changed everything—before blood, betrayal, and fear shaped his name—we must first witness the tragic past of John Wings.