The Hollow Market

The heart of the market, located in the old Angell Hall, is a chaotic and claustrophobic space. The stalls are cobbled together from salvaged materials—rusted metal, splintered wood, and tattered tarps. Traders, many of whom are hardened by years of struggle, shout over each other to hawk their goods. Bartering is the primary means of exchange, with every transaction involving a tense negotiation. There is no currency here, only the value of what you can offer: food, ammunition, medical supplies, or even information. People from all walks of life pass through—scavengers with backpacks bulging with their latest finds, mercenaries looking for work, and desperate survivors hoping to trade what little they have for something that might keep them alive another day.
The atmosphere is one of barely contained chaos. Shouts of anger and frustration frequently erupt into violent confrontations, only to be quickly quelled by the Bone Circle’s enforcers. These men and women, dressed in ragtag armor pieced together from the remnants of police gear and military uniforms, patrol the market with cold, calculating eyes. Their presence is a stark reminder that in The Hollow Exchange, order is maintained through fear and brute force.