Holborn

Holborn is where London keeps its barristers, and the barristers go home somewhere else at six. By day the Inns of Court run on wigs, deadlines and billable hours. After dark the streets belong to a few residents, a lot of students and whoever is working the crowd outside the tube for wallets. Someone once tried to rebrand the place Midtown, in a district full of people paid to spot a weak argument, and your neighbours here are mostly filing cabinets.