[h1][center]Welcome to Ankora[/center][/h1]

The city of Ankora. "Chicago's bigger, uglier, cousin." They call it. For good reason, too. It certainly is bigger than Chicago. Almost on par with New York. It certainly is uglier, the architecture is a smorgasbord of nonsensical grouping. Why the hell is there a gothic cathedral right next to a brick and mortar gyro shop? The streets are covered in grime and the air is smoggy. That's just the surface. Dig any deeper and you'll find the really ugly part of the city, the people. They rape, they murder, they steal. Or, at least, some of them do. 

On this note, you'll find Ankora's one saving grace. The vigilantes. A group of costumed crime-fighters might seem sily when one notices that Ankora has a police force. It gets less silly when you realize that Ankora's police force is woefully understaffed, with a healthy serving of corruption among the leadership. 

Which is why, on nights like tonight, you'll see Vigilantes gallivanting through the chilly, October night. They search of crime to fight. God knows they'll find it.