Street: Iron Port

Description

Once, containers were loaded and fishing nets dried here. Now it is a place where metal corrodes faster than you can blink. The sea has turned dark and viscous, and columns of reddish fog rise above the ships. Old barges are half-sunk, and strange "red moss" grows on their decks, devouring iron. At night, grinding sounds are heard in the port, as if something enormous is crawling between the containers. Survivors claim there is a "living" cocoon in one of the holds.