In a city overrun with masked (and often unmasked) vigilantes, it’s easy to speculate on who they are. Perhaps, despite their strength and guile, their names are tediously common—like Matt or Jessica. Maybe you’ve accidentally bumped into them when buying something at the gas station, or work alongside them at a bar.
And yet, despite their public displays, no one will publicly admit to knowing who they are. Even the city’s top reporters are at a loss. For all we know, they could be the public face of a billion-dollar company! Or that blind guy crossing the street.
Okay—that one’s not likely.
Ask yourself something: If the heroes are keeping to the shadows, where are the villains?
The answer, my pet, is simple: We’re where you would least expect us, too. In a city of opulence and extremes, we occupy as many corners as we can, hiding in plain sight. Well, not hiding, really. More like living comfortably in a well-appointed luxury penthouse.