As the clock struck past two in the morning, Dracula settled into an antique wooden chair at the sitting room.
He exhaled loudly before pondering within himself.
Dracula was trying to gather his thoughts so that he could properly assess the situation that has laid in front of him.
'Trusting Merlin is something that I can't risk.' Dracula uttered within himself.
Since the very beginning when Dracula became close to Merlin, he had always known Merlin as someone who possessed two personalities.
He pondered so deeply about how Merlin shouldn't be trusted easily.
Dracula rose from where he was seated before walking up towards a whiteboard that was covered with a thick dusty blanket.
With a sigh, Dracula pulled the blanket away from the board before letting out a hoarse breath.
The dust from the blanket instantly filled the air, prompting Dracula to feel suffocated.
