Surely Hector has heard the stories about the north of the river. For years the Pure had controlled North of the American River and West of the Sacramento River where it turns south. Then they had been pushed back and shattered in a night of Glory and Fire.
After that fire faded the Forsaken and Pure of Sacramento drifted away into the world. Now though there’s activity north of the river again. As Bleeds Well leads the pair closer and closer territorial markings become apparent on building walls and light poles. Slashes and gouges made with precision and detail. Near Silicia Ave and Harvard St a small commercial zone tries to flourish among the budding urban sprawl.
Within that zone is a warehouse that looks like it has seen better days. Though even at a distance the age on the building feels too clean and cut. Like a facade put up in haste or one that was made to be deliberately jarring.
A line of people wait outside of the warehouse adorned in attire from business casual to rivethead. With a lone bouncer at the plain door to one side of wide, closed, commercial garage doors. As individuals and pairs are let in multicolored lights flash out into the night before disappearing as the plain door closes.
On the wind is the faint whiff of wolf but it's impossible to tell at this distance if it's the well dressed bouncer, someone in line, or coming from inside of the warehouse.