[i/]I stagger down the alley, rain soaking through my jacket and chilling me to the bone. Holo-signs flicker and spit from the walls, advertising drugs, alcohol, sex. A hooker and her john lean against a wall.Catching my eye, she curls a slim, shimmering tentacle around his waist and leads him through a small steel door. An eye rotates to look at me, and winks. I turn away, and continue walking, taking care not to brush the phase-field across a wooden door. A floating, purple hologram above it read 'The Mall.' From inside, I can hear singing and shouting, in strange, whispering languages that float through the air like dust, fading away when I try to concentrate on them. A bar for para-dimensionals.[/i]