At the edge of the city, past the red light district, near the graveyard, sits a small block of row homes. While they may appear unassuming enough, rumors of rather horrible things linger in the air like a thick smog.

It is said that numerous gangs have called the run down projects home, claiming the turf as their own and doing unspeakable acts on both the living.. and the dead. Not only this, but countless unsavory people live in the area, dealing drugs and partaking in other illegal activities.

To the innocent that do call it home, it at least provides a roof over their heads, if nothing else.