It was a street in the odd zone between the Inner Circle and Outer Ring.  The sort of place where different people had different ideas over which it belonged to.  The poorer who lived there liked to say it was the Inner Circle, to feel like they lived among the affluent.  The moderately wealthy admitted that it was the Outer Ring, but didn't talk about it much, as they aspired to move to nicer places further in.  

It was normally a fairly active community, with Magi, Artificers, and the Ignorant all common sights.  This borderlands district was one of the few places where there was at least some semblance of social equality.  It was where most business between the higher and lower castes was done, and basic politeness made the Ignorant here feel like they might have a window into higher society.  

This morning, however, this particular street was nearly abandoned.  For one thing, it was fairly early.  The sun was barely rising, and not even visible in some places thanks to the towering buildings.  For another thing, there was blood running down the gutters and into the storm drains. 

((WIP, ran out of time.  I'm working on the written intro right now.  I'm hoping, for one thing, it will give you guys more of a feel for the city of Everden.  For another, there's some more of those plot threads sitting around.  This post(when it's done) will be the intro to the first plot.))