Location: Back of the Yards, New City
Established: Circa 1865, abandoned post-Depression but never fully torn down
Access: Guarded by fence, but easy to breach at night; considered off-limits
Connected Factions: The Veil (unknown entities), Southside Sinners (recent stakeout site)  

Description - Exterior

A rust-slick fence coils around acres of collapsed wooden enclosures and sunken concrete channels. Vines choke the collapsed catwalks. Piles of old straw and bones mingle with rebar and castoff boots. On cold mornings, steam still seeps up through the cracks in the earth.  

Description - Interior

There are tunnels down there. Forgotten holding pits and blood sluices, half-flooded and humming with foul resonance. The air is heavy, like a barn long cursed. Walls are marked with strange runes—old chalk, newer blood. Something scratches inside the feed troughs.  

Public Face

To most, it’s a fenced-off stretch of ruin—just another relic of the meatpacking past. A dead zone avoided by city officials and tour guides alike. Stories keep the kids out. Usually.  

What's Really Going On

There’s something nesting here. Maybe it never left. Feral Veil-born predators—locals call them sucker dogs—bleed cattle dry and howl at nothing. Some say the ground remembers the slaughter, and things crawl back through. The pens are a breach zone—thin, unstable. Veil energy leaks here like steam from a busted pipe.  

Notables

“Auntie” – Veil creature feeding on marrow and smoke, glimpsed hanging inside a hoist barn upside-down
Lucía Salazar – Veil-worker who believes the land here is a tear, not a wound—uses it for rituals, rarely
Ironhook Madden – Claims he saw a cousin dragged into the tunnels; goes looking with a lantern and a crowbar
Billy E. – Street tough using the spot for initiations; doesn’t know what he's playing with
 

Rumors & Hooks:

 

Hooks

• You can hear the ghost-herds stampede if you press your ear to the earth after midnight.
• There's a rusted iron door hidden in the west wall—some say it leads straight to the Crooked Horn’s breeding nest.
• A CPD sting went bad here last year—no bodies recovered, just blood and shredded radios.
• Strange lights flicker under the pits—blue-veined and pulsing like veins under skin.
• The Southside Sinners stashed a corpse here. It didn’t stay put.
• Veil-born leeches nest in the beams—drop like fat ticks when they sense heat.
• Lucía needs something from down there. Something old. She’ll pay in secrets.
• The ICB wants it sealed. Or burned. Or both.
• A sucker pup escaped and has been feeding on cats, dogs, and now… maybe something bigger.