Go to the Red distrct

Haven't been here since I got drafted. Needless to say, a few things have changed...

"Better shun the bait, than struggle in the snare."

And while our mutual friend ventures deeper into the Devil's playground, allow me to inform the reader about the Red District...

In the Red, buildings exist as either pubs, brothels, or gambling houses. And each indulgence is represented with a different mark to better assist those looking to satiate their sins. Quite helpful isn't it?

A half-moon for pubs, owned primarily by amateur brewers and your average Joes. Potentially the least sinful of the three sectors, since it was initially erected as a place for simple conversations, friendly banters, and moderate drinking. Needless to say, such good intentions were short-lived as the **** never did mix well with dystopian depression. So despite an entrepreneur's humble desire to open a respectable pub, most owners nowadays can't survive without hosting the occasional fight nights or a couple rounds of fisticuffs. You could say **** and **** went hand in hand, but the Red took it to the extremes. In fact, the cultures have been so ingrained with the pub nightlife, that a visit without coming across a dead body or two would be considered an incredibly dull affair.

And the whores. Can't forget the whores. They're everywhere. See the man walking down the street? Whore. The old beggar asking for coin? Probably a whore. And the priest in the black cassock holding prayer beads? Definitely a whore. And his religious garb isn't some kinky fetish either. In the Red, prostitution rings work like a well-lubed industry, where at the very prominent tip sits Big Daddy. Besides owning the biggest earning bathhouse in the Red, he has his hand in everyone's business. Chances are if you've ever stepped inside one of his many establishments, he knows everything about you, probably better than you do.

Finally, the unholy trinity is complete with the gambling houses. Although they litter the Red streets, the only one worth mentioning is the Casino, owned by the self-proclaimed, illustrious Duke. And as befitting of his most grand name, compared to the rest, the other houses are mere hobbles dealing in child's play. The Casino holds the grandest payoffs and rewards, enough to turn your life around and escape the poorest of slums. But like any gamble, they're attached to dangerous risks. People lose far more than an arm or leg. Anything is up for grabs: wealth, intrigue, livelihoods. I can recall many men who've racked such insurmountable losses that their future generations would be born indebted, **** to work off their forefather's foolish gambit. Tragic. It's rare I ever see men leave the Casino happy.

There are in total Six Districts in the United Federation. One of which I've just mentioned and the Grey where laborers such as Gael and Kip work, turning the gears of this run-down dystopia. The other four will be mentioned when the time comes but in the meantime, you'll be with Gael at the Auction House.