It's the great aberrant swamp of Septum Rivers, the horrid wound between the worlds that endlessly festers in the very heart of this city. Imagine a vast, desolated forest of broken skyscrapers and ruined lives; a rotting carcass of a cityscape, overgrown by alien vegetation and flooded by deep, dark, reeking waters. The sky is forever low there, heavy with foreboding stormy clouds, bursting with weather so fickle that it seems to have a malicious intent of its own. To make it worse, the malfunctioning reality ravages the land with impossible anomalies both big and small, and the entire area remains permanently encased in the globe of unnatural darkness. All the bizarre shit that plagues this city comes from this land of endless night: monsters, artifacts, alien tech, superpowered freaks; and the Corpo guards this smelly sinkhole like the Cerberus himself. So, naturally, everyone wants in.