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Rumor is often the enemy of truth. But lately, rumors carry with them the decaying stench of trouble. And whether trouble comes in the form of Masquerade-threatening murders or in the form of lies and deceit, it comes nonetheless because it has been invited. Invited by those who would bury the truth deep within their hearts fearing its exposure more than they fear the hateful rays of the sun. Invited by those who deny their inner struggles against the ravages of the Beast. Invited by those who architect the misfortune of others for their own entertainment.

Trouble comes in many forms.

Tonight you have come to Marcus' party at the Park Plaza Hotel to take a respite from the tension usually associated with Kindred social occasions. And yet, you know that trouble is an invited guest, lurking in the shadows, hiding within hushed conversations, growing in the hearts of those around you.

For even in this same interlude it doth befall.