Beneath the city everyone thought they knew, underneath the noise, grit and grind, below the night owls in flight still seeking to quench their thirst; a gathering—an impromptu assembly convenes. The location, an oval shaped chamber with protruding crown molding on every other wall, walls that curved and rounded at the top and bottom. The chamber's design was never-ending. A huge table sat in the center of the room...

The neighborhood peeled away like protective film from a new gadget, revealing a horrific scene. Screams of children rose from the woman’s residence, accompanied by sounds of bone breaking, hacking and sawing, as the brownstone contorted into a shack. Immediately, the door to the shack swung open. Inside was a kitchen with hideous tiles and a horrible paint job. Herbs hung upside-down, strung up on butcher’s twine rounded the 8x8 space. A wood-burning stove with multiple larg