Sewer-side of the city

There is a city that is divided into the old town and the new, by a train station and a castle on a hill. The new town is just like any other city grid. Streets, shop (where you trade your soul for clothes) and shopping malls. (see trade your soul) The old town is filled with twisting cobblestone streets that melt over the side of the great hill, on which the castle is perched. There's alleyways through buildings of olden, stained stone wherein you can find ruins of an even older city ecased. Cities have sunk here and been rebuilt over. Ghost haunt the common streets as though they were dark houses on a hill. There's a cemetary in the centre, at the base of the castle, where monuments and stones still stand aslope. The names and dates fade, only the power of the words remain. If you stay in one plce long enough in this graveyard you get goosebumps, there is a different kind of chill in the wind... It's a stale dead one. The tiny droplets of rain fall just upon you to run the ink you write with, ensuring you can only take out of there what they desire you to hold. The castle is the only thing that keeps them in check, keeps them from roaming all over the city, cold and stale. It was the reason that the graveyard exists, It looked over when the first bones were layed and now it sees to it that they stay within the gates.

Thge city is filled with people that huddle and hold their coates close around themselves. To avoid the wind chill within the cold. They trudge though their lives and make their way though the world.