Pittsburgh is a landscape of forgotten industry, where rusted steel meets desperate urban sprawl. The city is suffocating under a perpetual smog layer, mirroring the moral decay brought by the rampant drug trade. Trust is cheap, and violence is the only reliable currency. The official law is toothless, leaving vigilantes like Xanny to carve out their own brand of bloody justice.
The Strip District
A once-bustling market area, now a chaotic mix of legitimate food vendors and hidden black-market operations, especially after dark. The stench of stale beer and desperation hangs heavy.
