"I feel like I'm in the wrong place," Nexus pondered, scanning the worn-out furnishings and ancient tools that adorned the room. The atmosphere felt more like an abandoned workshop than the dwelling of a renowned alchemist.
Venturing further into the unknown, Nexus called out again, "Hello!" The absence of a response heightened his uncertainty. He spied a figure hunched over in the corner, sharpening tools, seemingly oblivious to the intruder.
"Excuse me, are you Dracula?" Nexus inquired, eager to confirm his location. The figure remained engrossed in his work, offering only a nod in acknowledgment.
Persisting with his quest for confirmation, Nexus repeated, "I'm looking for Master Dracula." The figure's lack of response fueled Nexus's growing suspicion.
