The Underground

Beneath the city is a labyrinth, a tangle of dark tunnels and dead-ends. These tunnels have been under the City for as long as anyone can remember. There are records of some construction generations ago, and of a more recent aborted metro network - but exactly how extensive the underground district really remains a bit of a question.
To most, the underground is limited to a series of public metro tunnels. Here, trains punch through the darkness, blasting down the shadowed tracks at 60, 70, 80 kilometres per hour. They run most hours of the day and night, rocking tubes filled with a wildly diverse cross-section of humanity: club kids, late-night workers, early-morning lunatics, priggish socialites, piggish bankers, drunks, homeless, housewives, cops.
But as you go deeper, it devolves into a confusing mish-mash of interconnected shafts, caves, sewers, catacombs, forgotten basements, decaying metro tunnels, and even a well-travelled underground shopping complex. Some tunnels (and stations) have never seen used by the public and merely lie there, home to things best left in the dark. The water drips forever while rats scurrying about and tribes of the homeless gathering in niches around the warmth of exhaust vents (some have lived so long in the dark that their eyes have grown pale, adjusting to the shadows).
It’s easy to believe that this is No Man’s Land, that nobody really owns or controls the subways and their tunnels. But the truth is that the underground and the communities that huddle there are said to be composed of old blood -- ancient blood. Step off the beaten track and things start to go sideways; shadows flickering just out of the corner of one’s eye, unsettling whispers echoing from down the tunnel, and worse. This is a place of rituals, death, and desperation where chthonic Avatars like Mithras, Batara Kala, and Erishkigal vie against one another for the forgotten people who call the district home.

Type

Underground / Vault