Whispers circulate among the gathered vampires as Olga steps into the room, her presence unsettling yet oddly captivating. She moves quietly, almost cautiously, her eyes flicking between the others with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. There’s something feral about her, something untamed. Those who know of her past—stories of violent frenzies and isolation in the wilderness—can’t help but keep their distance. They speak of her as a lost soul, a Gangrel who has struggled for years to control the beast within.

 

But there’s more to Olga than the rumors suggest. Some of the more observant guests notice the flickers of humanity that still linger in her—an undercurrent of kindness that seems at odds with her reputation. She appears awkward in conversation, as if relearning how to be around others, yet there’s a deep intelligence in her gaze, a sense that she’s here for more than just survival. A few, perhaps, see the loneliness in her and wonder if she’s searching for more than just a place at this gathering.

 

Still, the stories linger in the air. The tale of her killing a fellow vampire during one of her rages is passed from one guest to the next. Was it an accident? Was it deliberate? And why does she seem so intent on discovering more about him? To some, Olga is a dangerous element, unpredictable and possibly a threat. To others, she’s a curiosity, a mystery waiting to be unraveled. But no one can deny that her presence adds a strange tension to the room.

 

She is not just another face in the crowd. Olga is here with purpose, and everyone wonders what role she will play in the unfolding power struggles—whether she will be an ally or a wildcard in the battles to come.