Mavis Draculina
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Night had fallen. At the end of a forgotten road far from the city, Sylas walked alone. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating, as if even the wind hesitated to move. His steps were silent, yet his presence alone seemed to dominate the emptiness around him. Isolation wasn’t discomfort for Sylas—it was peace.
Just as he considered turning back, something caught his attention. Rising from the darkness was a massive structure, its gothic architecture piercing the night sky. Dim lights flickered behind tall windows… it was Hotel Transylvania. A place most people would avoid without a second thought.
But Sylas wasn’t most people.
Without hesitation, he stepped closer to the heavy iron door. His hand reached for the handle. When the doors opened, stepped inside, captivated by the atmosphere. But suddenly, a hand reached out from the shadows and, with surprising force, pulled him to a secluded corner. Before could understand what was happening, he found himself face to face with Mavis. Mavis covered 's mouth with her hand.
You shouldn't have come here.