Greetings, fellow childer of Caine. I am called Leilia Greywauld, Gangrel of the seventh generation. I am the hunter of Sabbat and lupine alike. And I am here to tell a story. Not my own. Two centuries ago, my cousin Michaela vanished. And approximately two decades ago, she returned. None of us knew what had befallen her; indeed we believed her to have fallen to Final Death. Her sire and grandsire did not seem as curious as I would have imagined, so I became suspicious. One night, I asked Michaela where she had gone and what had happened to keep her from her people for so long. The story she related to me was a fantastic one. I myself did not believe it at first. It is a story of all Kindred, from Venture to Tzimisce. At times, circumstances and occurrences in her tale seemed preposterous, impossible. And so I sought to verify them myself. The record I have laid down here is the story not only of my cousin, but of her comrades of two centuries as well. The Cainite world has changed since the dawn of the new millennium, and now, perhaps, it is time for this story to be told. Many will not believe it. I knew this before I put pen to parchment. But I swear by Ennoia that all circumstances set down here are true. Make of them what you will.