Shadows…all vampires existed in them to some extent, out of necessity if nothing else. But not all of them understand what that means. No…far too many have no idea. The Daeva certainly; they were all about the flash, the pizzazz, they sought attention and thrived upon it. Moreso than perhaps any other clan they rejected the shadows. Nor did the Ventrue seem particularly inclined to lurk beyond the sight of either kine or kindred. They sought power, status, influence, prestige…but such things required a degree of visibility. They could not exist comfortably in the shadows, but they had a reason for it. And the Gangrel, they seemed more attracted to the wild fringes of this world than its dark recesses. Though it was often hard to blame them for that.

The Nosferatu understood. Whether it was because they wished to hide their deformities, or because they were inclined to for some other reason, they understood the advantages offered by the hidden alleyways of this world. And the Mekhet….they were not known as the Shadows without reason. Both clans thrived in the shadows, even if they approached them differently; the Nosferatu exploiting the fears spawned by the world’s dark recesses, and the Mekhet finding the information hidden therein. Both clans embraced the shadows, it showed. And the shadows, Wilhelm mused, certainly embraced him in return.