The Red Room
It's a warehouse. It's abandoned. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.
Basic Info
| Locale Type: |
Abandoned Warehouse
|
| City: |
London |
| City Zone: |
Brixton (Slum) |
| Management: |
None |
| Quality: |
0 |
| Condition: |
horrendous |
| Storage Space Used: |
0 |
| Cash: |
0.00 M$ |
| Doors: |
Locked |
Note from an unknown person
At the end of a forgotten alley stands The Red Room. Outside, it's nothing—peeling paint, crooked sign, a door no one trusts. But knock three times, then once, and you’ll enter a world of velvet and sin.
Inside: dim light, crimson curtains, smoky mirrors, and crystal above poker tables. A pianist plays jazz like it’s a warning. The air reeks of whiskey, cigars, and perfume laced with secrets.
Behind the bar is Lena, an ex-opera singer with a voice like silk and a memory sharp as razors. Beneath the floor lies a hidden room—where oaths are made and rivals vanish.
This is no place for mercy.
Here, law means nothing.
Only loyalty.
And silence.