The Horicon City's underbelly, a dark stain on the map, was known as 'The Harrows'. It was a place where morality and decency were in short supply, where evildoers and desperate folks clung to every corner like an unshakable curse.
A forsaken district on the outskirts, it lay beneath a perpetual shroud of gloom. The designs of the streets were similar to that of a labyrinth. The roads were way too narrow for the amount of traffic that passed through this place, and the old and worn out buildings leaned precariously like drunks in an alleyway, looking like it might collapse any minute.
Shady hotels loomed over the sidewalks, their once-bright signs now covered in layers of dust, and neon lights that flickered with tired resignation.
