A world where every vice is an opportunity, every sin a transaction, and justice a malleable concept
Played | 522 times |
Cloned | 44 times |
Created | 194 days ago |
Last Updated | 41 days ago |
Visibility | Public |

Coordinates | (7517, 2988) |
Tucked away in a narrow alley behind a series of dilapidated buildings, the Black Market Stall is a discreet vendor known for supplying illegal weapons and contraband to those willing to take the risk. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, while hushed conversations and the clinking of coins create a tense atmosphere. Shady figures linger nearby, waiting for their chance to bargain or snatch a deal. The Black Market Stall, nestled in a dingy alley, is Sly's domain. He specializes in the rarest contraband, always ready to vanish into thin air should the authorities get too close.
A dimly lit stall draped in shadowy tarps, with various weapons and contraband items haphazardly displayed on a rickety wooden table, flickering candles casting flickers of light on the surrounding brick walls, and a constant sense of surveillance in the air.