Mist descends over a brightly lit city. Across the metropolis, some are snug in their homes watching TV, others are out drowning their sorrows, while even fewer are out on the streets, looking for trouble.
People with powers, powers that shouldn't exist in reality, live in each of these scenarios. A Salamander resting at home after a long day fixing pipes, a wizard trying to drown out the voice of Merlin, or the Bogeyman hunting the wicked of the city.
One such of these people, a woman, stands in a casino down on Fortune Row. Two hands on the banister in front of her, one made of flesh with painted nails, the other made of silver, watches the hundreds of people dancing, drinking, and throwing their money at brightly lit machines.