There is a place a short ways away from Tractus that is quite the opposite of the utopia the capital seems to be. There is no artificial weather here; the reddened sky looks and smells of smog and chemical waste. Mechanical birds fly in their flocks in and out of sight, worn and damaged by the usually acidic rain. The buildings themselves look run down and in some cases rust-covered, and anyone who lives here is sure to be in a state of extreme poverty. A lot of underground operations are run here, to no surprise. If anything needs to be done under the radar, The Slums would be the perfect place to get it.