I'm going to break the rule. I'm going to talk about the Gentlemen of the Dark.
They will try to find me. They will try to break me. I do not care.
They track the Doors. They have people everywhere looking for them. Wondering alleyways, the symbols of the Door tattooed to their arms for quick reference, so they know if they've found one. Why look? Why the search? Why the secrecy? They answer all questions the same:
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.