New Vance City

The Broken Ledger is an encrypted trade den buried behind a shifting wall of false storefronts and identity scramblers in the heart of the Black Market. Neither shop nor auction house, it's a rotating commerce crypt where the Syndicate stores, brokers, and manipulates high-value deals—data caches, experimental augments, forged credentials, and intel trades. No signage, no schedule—just a quantum-coded glyph that glows faintly when the place is active. Inside, bartering happens through silent haptics and projection nodes, overseen by relay systems that wipe all transactions every solar cycle. What you bring in is logged, dissected, and repackaged into shadow contracts. Some say the Ledger has no operators anymore—just layers of AI trading against itself, evolving economies built from rumors and leverage. It's a place for ghosts who still want something. For players who’ve lost too much face to trade in the open. And for those who know: in New Vance, nothing’s more valuable than secrets.

The Broken Ledger is cloaked in layered obfuscation—a rust-patched façade hiding shifting entryways of polyglass shutters and false walls that ripple like heat mirages when touched correctly. Once inside, the space reveals itself as a circular vault-like room lined with softly glowing hex-panels, their surfaces scrolling with code fragments and incomplete transaction strings. The floor is a mosaic of black mirror tiles, cracked in spiderweb patterns beneath your feet but still perfectly reflective, casting warped images of anyone present. Suspended interface drones drift lazily through the air, scanning items and gestures with whisper-quiet pulses. Central to the chamber is a low, round console surrounded by translucent trade booths made of refracted light—seeming to phase in and out with every flicker of nearby data flow. Dim pulses of neon teal and crimson illuminate the air like breathless fireflies, and every few minutes, the room shudders softly—like it's digesting the deals.