Bow's Hill is something of a budding metropolis. Businessmen go about their days in the inner city, going from meeting to meeting, living their lives of money. On the north-ward outskirts of the city lie what's universally known as the ghetto; gangs fight over their turf daily, and the police force refuses to do anything about it. The south-ward neighborhood is much more liberal. Neighborhood Watches abound, and everyone looks after one another. The east and west are both somewhat transitory neighborhoods, with elements of the violence-riddled gangs, and of the happy-go-lucky south-siders. Nearly all elements of modern life can be found somewhere in the city. Even those that aren't quite from the same world.
The Plane is a realm of elementals, some would call demons. There are four breeds of these elementals, all warring with their opposite clan. The Salamanders, bathed in fire, hate the Undines of water with a passion. Likewise, the Gnomes of earth have long fought with the Sylph of the breezes. These demons almost always stay within their own realms, leaving only to raid their enemy. Sometimes, however, an elemental will be cast from The Plane, for reasons no being can be sure of. Fate, perhaps, or the unluckiness of the individual. These demons will fall to the world of the living, and live for sometime, generally hating absolutely everything about their existence.
There is an organization, their origins, membership, and even name unknown to the world, who knows of the existence of The Plane. They, also, have managed to contact The Plane, albeit crudely. They know where and when a demon is cast from The Plane, and they have taken it upon themselves to shepherd the fallen ones out of the mortal world, whether they wish it or not. They have been active for centuries, possibly longer, and are exceedingly efficient at their job.