Nestled in the untamed corners of the American frontier lies Diablo County, a place where reality wears thin and the supernatural seeps through the cracks of everyday life. Here, beneath the flickering glow of oil lanterns and between the shadows of weathered barns, our stories unfold in a realm where the line between the natural and supernatural blurs like morning mist.

The air here carries whispers of ancient grudges, and the soil itself seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy. From the mist-shrouded trails where phantom riders appear in the dead of night, to the dimly lit saloons where time seems to stand still, Diablo County offers a truly gritty experience that few dare to explore.

In this harsh land of 1899, where steam trains cut through the wilderness and telegraph lines carry whispers of strange happenings, those who call Diablo County home don't just live here - they become part of its dark tapestry, each adding their own chapter to our ever-growing legend. Whether you're hearing tales from afar or brave enough to join us here, remember: in Diablo County, the line between the mundane and the mysterious is as thin as the veil between worlds.