The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower
The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.
The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.
The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.
Owner Alexander Macedonia
Barista Alexis Wilde
Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium
Owner Isolt Marcello
Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue
With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.
There were days when Darien never left the Shelter. He had even spent most of the day yesterday just sleeping, and as a result, he had stayed up all night and all of today. Sleep-deprived, he often found himself strangely energetic. The woman who owned the Shelter, Mary, came up to Darien as he sat at an empty table in the lobby finishing a drawing he had started earlier. It was of a dog tied up on the street just across from where he sat now, patiently waiting for its master. He had to get everything just right, so being interrupted, he's a little annoyed but still polite. It's a letter, she apologizes for asking such a thing from him, but Darien didn't really care. "Yeah, no problem Miss M. Where do I drop this off at?"
Why did I say I'd do this? It was several blocks away, to be left at some door for some asshole. Darien's annoyance was due to his grogginess. He was finally starting to crash and now he had to be someone's messenger boy? He looks at the envelope, curious what he was delivering. Probably drug money. Yeah, definitely drug money. Mary looks like that mom that goes home and shoots one up every night. He moves gingerly through the sidewalk, avoiding eye contact with anyone and becoming almost invisible in the humdrum of city life.
And then .. it happens.
That feeling of a supernatural. The smell, the sensation like that of a million little ants crawling over his body. He looks up, smelling the sweet aroma of a cigarette. His eyes lock onto her, and his heart sinks into his gut. She was .. different. His walking becomes slow, the introvert inside him telling him no, but Darien couldn't let this pass him by and he's not entirely sure why. At first he walks by her, awkwardly, like a schoolboy passing by his crush in the hallway. And then he stops, takes in a deep breath and looks at the night sky. Just do it. Do it you pussy. Follow your gut.
He has a forced smile on his face as he approaches her, spinning on the balls of his heels. His body tense, as if he was about to try and pet a wild tiger. She looked rather blissful in her solitude, and Darien was about to ruin it. "Excuse me, can I bum a cigarette?" His voice cracks a little, and he nervously scans her from head to toe. Barely seeing the rather detailed tattoo beneath her dark clothes. She looks like she could probably kick my ass. He's completely forgotten about the letter in his hand by now.