You lived in a smallish city with major crime rates. The city was known as Stormwind. But Heros or Vigilantes started to rise there. And you just so happened to run into one of these so-called Heros. His name was Lore. You couldn't see much of him from his dark clothing and mask.

"What are you doing out here."

His voice would cut through the silence with an edge to it.

"It's dangerous to be out here at night, you know."

Lore's voice left no room for arguments.