Lodin's Haven

Physical Read

Executive suite decor stripped of personality. Expensive furniture chosen by someone who wanted to project power, not taste. Mahogany. Brass. Thick carpet that swallows footsteps.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lake. At night the glass becomes a black mirror. You see yourself and nothing else.
The air smells faintly of leather conditioner and nothing organic. No food, no flowers, no sweat. A room that has forgotten what living things need.

The front door of Lodin’s authority. Corporate fortress in the upper floors of the Prudential Building.
Where summons are received, loyalty is tested, and neonates learn what a Prince’s displeasure looks like.
The real haven is elsewhere. This is the mask the mask wears.

Address: Prudential Building, 130 East Randolph Street, 34th floor. Nine rooms in a 3x3 grid, corridor from elevator in the SE corner running north. Central room is the vault with handprint access.
Neighborhood: The Loop (The Hive), northeast edge. Short distance from Daley Center / City Hall to the west. Michigan Avenue frontage with lake views.
Proximity: Roughly one mile northeast of the Sears Tower (Lodin’s true haven). The Art Institute is a few blocks south on Michigan. The Rack and Succubus Club are north across the Chicago River.
Transit: CTA Red/Blue Line to Washington or Randolph. The Loop elevated tracks pass within two blocks. Lake Shore Drive accessible one block east. Metra stations at Millennium and Randolph.

Lodin directly, through layers of corporate shells, property management firms, and a security company staffed by ghouls.
His retainer Julian Curry handles mortal-facing logistics. Curry is efficient, frightened, and loyal in the way a man is loyal to the thing that could destroy him.
During the Ashes to Ashes crisis, this haven is a decoy. Lodin is not here. He may not be anywhere.