"Things have calmed now, but I’m telling you - January 1st was Hell. No one saw it coming. No one had heard even the slightest rumor. No one had prepared themselves. On December 31st, 2014 the night was frozen in icy perfection. It hadn’t snowed more than an inch, but at 15 degrees, the kine were wrapped up tight, despite their celebrations. People loosened up, drank too much champagne, kissed their loved ones and vowed a fresh new year… But they had no idea what the dawn meant for the monsters that lurked in the shadows. Kindred rose the following night to find their elders mere piles of ash. The harpies, the Sheriff, the Whip… the Prince. All gone. Anyone considered an Elder was wiped from the Cambridge map. On the walls of Sanders Theater, our court, a simple message in blood “Try try again…”