The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
Cull & Pistol
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
She had been ruthless in her pursuit of Viktor, but he always seemed to slip through the cracks. She tracked down his followers one by one, trying to get answers out of them, but most either wouldn't talk or honestly didn't know where to find Viktor. It only grated more on her nerves the longer she hunted. The solitude threatened to drive her mad. She found a new hole in the wall to stay in night after night, just for a couple hours of shut-eye here and there before she was at it again. Sleep deprived and growing more forlorn by the day, she continued her hunting for the sheer lack of anything better to do. When she closed her eyes, she only thought of Kohl and the time she was missing out on with him. She wondered what he was doing sometimes. Was he thinking of her? Had he already moved on? Had he fled the country? A part of her hoped so, if only to know he was safe. But another deeper part of her wanted to keep him as close to her heart as possible, so she liked to imagine he wasn't very far away at all.
She knew she was being watched today but she didn't give anything away. She lured the Hunter in, wanting him to feel superior in his skills. After a while of wandering around town, he still didn't make a move and she started to wonder what his game was. Surely if he was going to attack or try to kill her, he would have done it by now. He could see that she was alone and didn't really have a destination in mind. She also picked the most solitary areas to go, like alleyways and abandoned store fronts. And yet whoever it was, they just kept watching and waiting, staying out of sight, but definitely not out of mind. This happened on and off for a few days and a few times she paused in her wandering, hoping to catch just a sneak peek of the stalker. At times, her heart threatened to race right out of her chest and she tempted herself, wondering if it was Kohl, checking to make sure she was okay. But she didn't want to lie to herself so she shrugged it off and kept going.
Today, it was a new stalker. They didn't make a move but she had a feeling it wouldn't be long until she knew what they wanted. After a few minutes wandering around town, she felt their presence disappear and she visibly relaxed, continuing with random errands she had to do. By the time she returned home, she found a piece of paper on the stoop by the little apartment she'd rented just a week ago. She hadn't even stayed in it overngiht yet. She just used it as a safe zone more than anything, somewhere to pause during the day or night and clear her head before she was at it again. It was a simple piece of paper, no envelope or anything. But she felt goosebumps on her arms at the sight of it. She knew before she even picked it up and turned it over, who it was going to be from. And unfortunately, she wasn't mistaken. The handwriting leapt out at her and her breath caught in her throat. Viktor.
She dropped the paper on the ground and before it even drifted past her knees, she was running. Four words, it was all she needed to see. She knew what she needed to do. There was no hesitation. Her heart was in her throat as she raced down the sidewalk and through town, heading for the west side where the abandoned warehouses made shadows on the evening ground. Night was falling, but she wasn't ready for it. She searched for the number she was looking for. She didn't even know how she knew it was a warehouse on the piece of paper. She just knew. Where else would Viktor hide in plain sight? The numbers jumped out at her and she was surprised to find them blurry from the tears stinging her sight. Sniffling, she wiped at her eyes, angry for showing weakness so close to the end game. This was it. This was the end. As she stepped through the door that was already propped open by a cardboard box, she had no idea what she was going to find in the endless darkness beyond. She just kept playing those words in her head, dreading them and what they might mean.
"I have him. 26"