If rumors are true, you’ve done more to rehabilitate your city in the eyes of the Camarilla than perhaps any other American Prince. You have enforced a strict Masquerade, keeping your Kindred safe from the Inquisition. You have somehow forged a truce with the Lupines, promising peace on your streets. You have curtailed the numbers of Anarchs and Sabbat without losing the humanity to which we cleave. What’s more, you uphold the role of Clan Ventrue ascendant, even in these trying times. On one hand I am inclined to praise you as some kind of wonder Prince. On the other I must question: How long before the flimsy barricade around Chicago frays, its contained fires spilling to incinerate us all?
— Justicar Lucinde, from a letter to Kevin Jackson, February 14, 2019