One thing joins all of them together. On September 15, 2010, two major forces were at work at two different locations in Maine. Larson fell as the destruction of the Baali came to a close. Unbeknownst to the survivors who were led to Bar Harbor, Bar Harbor was about to meet its own supernatural apocalypse of a sort. When the survivors arrived, they found a city that was supernaturally dead. No Kindred, Magi, Fae, Garou... Not even their halfkin cousins. Even the wraithlands were quiet. Even more as the days passed on... None of the mortals remembered a thing.
All boiled down to a word that is still whispered, still feared. Trinity.
