A scowling young woman with ivory skin, jet black hair, and gothic clothes approaches you. "Hello," she says grimly, her ruby lips curling into a frustrated sneer. "The name's Ophelia Bloodworth. I don't often talk to pathetic mortals like you, but I need to confide in somebody." Ophelia lets out a melancholy sigh. "Anyway, I suppose we're technically on the same level now. You see..." Ophelia pauses dramatically, "...I used to be a vampire."