Just over the great grand bridge lays the most sorry excuse for human establishment one could imagine. Leaning buildings with crumbling foundations nestled between tall, towering and rather unsettling apartments and houses. Children romp barefoot through the garbage filled streets and leaky gas stations dot each corner, each with their fair share of drug dealers and gang members. It once had a name but is now called The Grange for lack of a better way to describe the sorry place.
