Wednesday 13 June 2075 1610 Chinatown Barrens Seattle
The young girl waves her hand at the street as she leads you down it. She ruffs the fur of one of her hounds and says, "Yes, I am at risk, but I have my friends to watch over me." Indeed, you notice that the other people in the street, at least those still conscious, swing wide around her and the Hell Hounds as you walk. Many people cross to the other side of the street and make signs with their fingers, as if to ward off evil. There are plenty of unconscious people about, as well. Unconscious or dead. The odors of the narrow alley have changed only in scale and if you think they are weaker, it is only because the street is wider and allows the odors to be less concentrated. The building along the street are mostly ruins, shells of what they had once been. Many are shop fronts, but there are a large number of bars and strip clubs as well. After all, the people here have to have some place to go to try to forget they live here.
You see no policemen and vices are offered out in the open. Drugs are plentiful, but money is scarce, even for the cheap drek, so sex is a common currency and you see women, and men, on their knees or splayed against walls as they "pay" for the various drugs that offer a sort of release form this place. You can imagine that this would be a pick pocket's heaven.....................if there was much to pick from anyone's pocket. Sian leads you to a ruin of a building at the end of a small alley and the hounds settle down at the door as she opens it and walks in.
The room beyond the door is small, and is apparently a combination kitchen, living room, and bedroom. Sian points to two doors in the wall. "Welcome to my place. Through there is a bathroom if you want to neaten up some while I get tea started. That is a closet."