We Sons Of Daley [Manhattan Blues]

Quick-scan the area. This feels like a trap. Do area telepathy as well.

Ki detection turns up Alice and... Hm. Okay, you may have something there, there's a LOT of life in this TUNNEL. It's fairly PULSING with the stuff, all along the walls.

CENTRAL PARK STATION
You can see a vague bit of the last stretches of sunlight from somewhere. Dust and plant life cover EVERY INCH of this abandoned SUBWAY STATION. The sign proclaims it to be CENTRAL PARK NORTH-110TH STREET in the dim light through the RIDICULOUS AMOUNTS OF ROOTS AND IVY. Rats and cockroaches scatter as you approach with a light and struggle onto the platform. Broken light fixtures and CRUSHED CONCRETE POWDER lie in a THICK MAT covered over by THICKER IVY.

It smells vaguely of BONES and RAT CRAP down here.

Alice looks around. "Heh. Subway stations. Go ten yards down any of these tunnels and you could shadow-walk to nearly ANY MAJOR CITY IN AMERICA."

You look at Alice. About your height, black hair, black eyes. Pale, like she hasn't spent a lot of time in the sun, but considering who she is, that's to be expected.

"So, what's your angle, anyway?"

"Girl in this world needs FRIENDS. You seem to fit the bill well enough."

>_