The shadows revealed what should never have been. A den where the most vile aspects of man were joined. Of human, there remained only one wave. A body marching at the paces of its fellows. Nothing but a sort of peddling, panting and harmful junk. A puppet at the service of the all-powerful, who acted only for the proliferation of vermin. Henceforth, nothing is more inhuman than to consider Human.

This den is dedicated to the most frightful, the most abominable of wanderings.
It's a stronghold of waste. A fief where the pariahs germinate in the face of scum. So that the wound bleeds and becomes infected. Let the disease spreads in drugs and alcohols.
Sisters, brothers: To your syringes...