Psychonaut
God Of Emptiness
I hated working in Detroit. We'd go to some of the customers and had to pull inside the building and put a metal gate down behind us. Homeless people living under tarps right across the street and needles on the street. My boss had his truck broken into twice when he was only in the building for a couple of minutes. My old regional manager referred to it as "Blood Alley" because once he booked a nice hotel room, arrived at night, and found out all the new stains in the lobby were due to a homicide a few days prior.