Crescent City rusts in the heart of Pennsylvania. The steelworks are half dead, the buildings are half empty and the city's spirit is half strangled, under the cool grip of apathy, despair and poverty. The decay is palpable and ever present. The paint peels, the iron rusts, the supports give way, and no one cares. Crescent City is a walking corpse of a place, where the ugliness piles up in plain sight and the darkness beats back the light. Once proud buildings built in times of prosperity fall into ruin, and buildings stare out with dead faces of broken glass.
Sometimes cities have to fight to survive, but Crescent isn't even fighting. It is laying down and waiting for death to take it. Its heart used to beat with the furnaces of industry, but they have grown silent. The decay is everywhere, and it is not that anything could not be fixed, it's just everyone is long past caring.
In the World of Darkness, the rotting smell of the city's soul has attract many things to it. Bad things always happened here, in this place fed by fire, coal and smoke - but now there is no will to fight back the shadows. The Sabbat thrive here, in abandoned buildings, in uncaring neighborhoods, in the corpse of a giant. But is the horror of the city because they are here... or are they here because the horror was already waiting?