You're outside an apartment in The Railyard of the Blame. Loosely scattered shields are floating in place and a pulsing crimson light periodically illuminates the area.
You're in a data centre in Fortress of the Shopping. Big piles of coins are scattered about and a tiny, decayed, granite table with chairs sits in the centre of the room.
You're in an observation deck in The Station of Doctrines. Here the atmosphere feels parched and pipes along the ceiling leak an azure coloured liquid.