Kindred of Ottawa

I told a few of you at the party, but the rest of you need to know. The hunters got Mason. Mason, who could hide in a crowded room. They're not a bunch of idiots. They're not amateurs. Or some of them are, but sometimes it's the amateurs who will risk their own lives at a lost cause who are the most dangerous. There are enough of them and enough of us that it's inevitable to happen again. Did you know Mason? Did he know your name? Did he know what you look like? What other info did he have access to? Consider yourselves warned.