The night draped in an eerie silence, Abby found herself trapped by the tendrils of fear, the tales of vampires circulating through the city casting a shadow on her solitude. She had locked herself indoors, the walls of the mansion offering a semblance of protection against the imagined dangers that lurked in the dark.
Dracula who was ever watchful of his Granddaughter, sensed Abby's apprehension. He didn't understand why she had been so cautious all day but he could feel the weight of her fears permeating the air.
Dracula knocks on the door but he doesn't receive any response from Abby, he knocks again after a while but he still doesn't get any response. After knocking for the third time, he felt concerned and opened the door. Entering the room, Dracula saw Abby sitting warily across the bed, he adopted an air of casual inquiry as he moved closer to her, "How was your day, my dear Abby? What activities kept you occupied within these walls?"
