We were not prepared. Forces stormed our homes, killed our allies and took away what was sacred to us. Enemies now sit in such few numbers, reeling at the devastation with no one to blame but each other. Our city is not our own anymore. They made sure of that.

Kindred, Garou and others are decimated by a major push from the south. The Camarilla is destroyed, lost to the crusade of the Sabbat. Garou wiped out, leaving their Caern open to whoever can take it and hold it. What crawls now in the night is far worse than what was here before.