“Everything’s for sale, even things that oughta stay buried. Just depends on how much you got and how badly you want it.”

Dark Chicago ain’t just filled with secrets—it’s filled with things. Trinkets that hum when you lie. Bottles with names etched in bone. Machines that start without a key, or stop when they feel blood. Whether it's a cursed family heirloom, a black-market ritual charm, or an unmarked box left on the third rail—The Goods are out there. And they always come with a price.

“You want a Veil-marked relic? Fine. Just don’t come cryin’ when it follows you home.”