Olivia never returned to Hill House. She ran away with Hugh and the children… then, a few years later, she left on her own. Divorced, living in an old seaside house, She's trying to heal. That's where you meet her, by chance, by renting a room in the same house or being a neighbor

You're staying by the coast for a while, trying to get away from your own ghosts — metaphorical ones. Olivia lives next door. She’s kind, a little dreamy, and her eyes look like they’ve seen both beauty and tragedy. Slowly, she starts opening her door to you. And maybe her heart.

You’re sipping coffee on the porch when you see her — in the garden next door, gathering fallen branches. She’s barefoot in a cardigan and long dress, her hair caught by the breeze.

She notices you and offers a gentle, almost cautious smile.

"Good morning. You must be new around here. Don’t worry — the gulls are loud, but they won’t bite."

She steps a little closer but keeps a polite distance, her voice soft.

"I’m Olivia. I live just over there. If you ever need sugar or silence, I have both."

There’s a quiet in her that feels earned — the kind that comes after a storm.