Northeast Philly, more than any other part of the city, remembers the Night 
of Rage when humans and meta-humans met in the streets and set the night to 
burning. Even after fifteen years the scars are still plain. Block after block 
of two- and three-story row houses bear gaping wounds, seared and cauterized by 
fire, many with roofs and whole walls reduced to crumbling masonry, charred 
timber, and ash. Debris from fallen buildings and mounds of festering garbage 
flow from the alleys into the streets. Incinerated autos squat along the curbs. 
The only streetlights are the steel-can fires of derelicts.