The Barrens. By day, this part of the city with its neglected industrial lots was quiet and unassuming. By night it was positively like a cemetery, frequented only by the vagrant or the delinquent. Apart from spot security patrols and the random police cruiser making an exploratory pass, the area was left to negligently crumble in peace. The lights, broken by Fionn and his associates, were still broken; now only a lone light held back the darkness.
The warehouse remains as it was left; sealed from the outside world. A good thing as putrefaction has taken a toll on the bodies. The dust washed floor has become even more troublesome - critters have found their way in to worry at the corpses. Candles have burned down to lumpen crusts of dead wax.
Baroque darkness reigns.
Chris Wooding Dark Passenger Fionn McAlister Soderbok