"No, Reaves. Dracula has been the same as far as I can tell. The only peculiar thing is that he seems to be aging more noticeably. Lately, he's been prone to dozing off in his recliner." Nexus's words hang in the air, a revelation that carries a peculiar weight.
Upon hearing this, Reaves visibly relaxes. The tension in his shoulders eases, replaced by a sense of reassurance. A subtle exhale escapes him, indicating the weight lifted off his chest. As long as Dracula is not implicated in the recent disturbances, Reaves's confidence remains unwavering.
Reaves leans back in his chair, a palpable relief evident on his face. "That's a relief to hear, Nexus. The last thing we need is Dracula being involved in this turmoil." His tone carries a mix of gratitude and acknowledgment.
Nexus, sensing Reaves's concerns, adds, "I understand, Reaves. Dracula is old, but I haven't seen anything that would suggest he's involved in the recent incidents."
