Everywhere you looked you would see some scary and weird shit. It was as if they were trying to look as not human as possible even while walking on two legs. Some were covered in fur, others in scales. Some were unnaturally slimy, their forms constantly shifting beneath a humanoid exterior as they couldn't settle into one definite shape.
Scary weird shit!
What was even weirder was the humans who found themselves drawn to these oddities… The beast people who loved the idea of turning into Werewolves and vampires… They loved it here.
This part of the city was where the strange and the powerful met, mingled and sometimes clashed. It was a weird place, but Midas had no problem with it. Aesthetics were relative. As long as they served the Clan, everything was negotiable.
