"Damn..." you think "It looks like it might rain."
As it is, the city's usual greasy clouds had settled over the avenues you find yourself in, cutting off sight after fifty yards or so. The unnamed district is just upward of the Mortuary and near Hellgate district. The area is usually relatively safe most of the time despite being in the Hive, no one wants to start trouble with the possibility of Baatezu being near by while the business from the near by Dustmen helps to keeps things going.
Being so close to the Lower Ward the district isn't as shambled as the rest of the Hive, though worn and ash smudged the walls aren't as patched together from different pieces, though none seems to match its neighbor still. The streets are unusually quiet, only a few people making their way along the twisting and confusing narrow avenues, sometimes guided by a Lightboy holding their trademark glowing staff. Who would ever have thought something like that would happen next?
At the corner of Lent Lane and Caretaker Road you notice traffic seems to have picked up, people walking into the intersection or simply standing at the corner. Coming across a group in the middle of anti-peak, however, always gives cause to be wary. Before you have a chance to get peery, however, something bigger grabs your attention.
You hear the sound of running, a group of clomping feet smacking against the cobblestone and echo in the smog. It's very close. A man wearing a green scarf and clutching a wooden box to his chest suddenly appears out of the haze and behind him is a group of nasty bashers, running him down like dogs.
Everyone suddenly reacts as the man runs straight for the little group at the intersection. The frightened look on his face suddenly turns to surprise "Please help!" he calls out to group just before the hope welled up in that cry is punctuated by the twang of a crossbow. The man tumbles to the ground with a bolt in his back, the case he was carrying flung in the air. Everyone's head seems to turn, the case's lid opens as it flips through the air letting fly a bright red star from within. It pierces the darkness and smog, becoming a clear point of light flying through the air which all eyes can't help but follow as it falls to the ground.
Upon the cobblestone the red jewel cracks, from inside it spills a blinding light that fills the area. It spreads so quickly you barely have time to close your eyes as it swallows you, the radiance covering your body in an intense heat that doesn't burn. Its brightness reaches a level you've never known, even with your eyes closed you can see it, even consuming you voice as you cry out, until it is everything. And then suddenly it is gone and you find yourself standing on the corner of Lent Lane and Caretaker Road wondering what just happened.