Dr. NoSleep (host)

An irising hole opens in the middle of this fleshy circle, and two long black tendrils snake out, snatching up the critters before they can scurry away.

I'm walking slowly, watching this, but when the wall goes back to normal, I look ahead to see Sipes turning a corner.

Hurrying to catch up with him, I'm unable to stop myself from glancing around at the blood district.

Everything is painted in dim red lighting, which does little to hide the grime, decay, and disrepair of the place.

The ceiling is stone, some hundred feet overhead, but strange, fleshy plants grow upside down in places, snatching at the equivalent of birds that look like bats with three heads and sharp beaks.

There are no cars on the narrow streets between jammed together buildings.

mostly pedal vehicles and the occasional moped.

The creatures that make their way around this frightening subterranean city come in all shapes and sizes, many of them buggering the imagination.

How does this place exist without me knowing about it?

Will I be amnesticized when I get back topside?

Is this where the anomalies we contain come from?

The questions create an unceasing merry-go-round in my head as I race to catch up with Sipes, dodging past a three-legged creature that's nearly ten feet tall and has no discernible head.

Most of the things ignore me, but some glare while others point and laugh.

At least I assume they're laughing.

It's hard to tell.

Sipes stops next to a building and talks to a uniformed officer wearing a GOC badge.

As I hustle toward him, he gestures at me.

The cop nods.

Sipes takes a flight of stone steps down into the building's basement.

I follow along behind.