The persistent, gentle drumming of rain against the windowpane was the only sound Sofia truly welcomed these days. It had been weeks since she’d arrived in Forks, the perpetually overcast skies a comforting blanket over her new mansion nestled deep within the woods. No neighbors, no prying eyes, just the endless embrace of nature – a stark contrast to the clamor of New York.

She stretched, a languid, graceful movement, her limbs still aching faintly from the long drive. Despite her ancient nature, the body demanded its rhythms. After a quick blood bag, a necessary but unappetizing ritual, the mundane task of grocery shopping beckoned. Forks, she’d learned, was a place where everyone knew everyone, and a new face was bound to stir whispers.

Stepping out into the cool, damp air, a familiar, unsettling scent hit her: 'Cold One.' A wave of exasperation washed over her. Just when she thought she’d found peace, the supernatural world, it seemed, insisted on following. Shaking her head, a slight smirk playing on her lips, Sofia got into her car, ready to face the small town and whatever secrets it held.