Detroit
Even by Detroit standards, it's not a great part of town. Most of the buildings surrounding "Descent," the bar where Palmer's supposed to be able to find Sabastian Faust, are abandoned, and the streetlights seem to all be malfunctioning as they near the place. The street's dark, save for the bar itself.
There, there's light and activity. Rough looking men in leather and chains, Goth girls vamped out in black lipstick and white face powder, a few gangbangers in the mix, all loitering outside, the sickly green neon of the sign barely shining through the haze of cigarette smoke. Thrash metal's playing on the stereo, audible even from the outside.
Ray park's the rental car and looks over at the crowd.
"Looks like a fun place," he says to Sue.
There, there's light and activity. Rough looking men in leather and chains, Goth girls vamped out in black lipstick and white face powder, a few gangbangers in the mix, all loitering outside, the sickly green neon of the sign barely shining through the haze of cigarette smoke. Thrash metal's playing on the stereo, audible even from the outside.
Ray park's the rental car and looks over at the crowd.
"Looks like a fun place," he says to Sue.