It’s here in the underground labyrinth that many come to score, trading in their tokens for a ticket to bliss, despair, and everything in between. They say all manners of mind-altering concoctions can be found here, if you know where to look, and if you’re willing to pay the price. Whispered rumours tell of a secret lab, a guarded nexus where the magic is brewed and the potions are concocted. Those who have attempted to locate this fabled haven of chemical romance have often vanished, their tales untold, their fates unknown. This only adds to the allure, the mystery, the danger that is The Underground.
The Underground pulses to its own rhythm, a culture anchored in the rhythm and harmony of its music and club scene. Harnessing the remnants of the power grid from the old subway network below Neon Row, it’s an unrivalled hotspot if you’re seeking a party that doesn’t discriminate. The popularity of these clubs often attract Disco Ravers or Rockers, drawn to the live music and thriving nightlife, adding another vibrant thread to the fabric of The Underground’s inhabitants.