We See What You Hide: The Nosferatu War on the Masquerade

The Camarilla claims to protect the Masquerade. That's adorable.
Nosferatu enforce it.
You see, the Masquerade is not a wall—it is a mirror. Delicate. Fractured. And what the Nosferatu have learned is how to weaponize the cracks.
Every Ventrue who 'accidentally' shows up in a gossip column? Every Brujah caught on cell phone footage brawling in back alleys? The Nosferatu don't just watch these violations. They bank them. And then, like clockwork, they show up—offering to clean it all up… in exchange for a favor, of course.
They don't need Praxis. They don't need thrones. The Masquerade is their economy, and secrets are their currency.
Nosferatu keep Kindred societies in line not out of loyalty to the Camarilla—but because they understand entropy. The world is unraveling. Information flows too fast, too freely. The Rats hoard it like preppers in a fallout shelter, waiting for the night when the Tower burns and the only power left is what you know.
They are not janitors. They are blackmailers, archivists, and cartographers of every lie you've ever told to survive. And they've got receipts.