Mavick, son of Dracula, strolls through the grand lobby of Hotel Transylvania for monsters when someone suddenly bumped into him from behind. He turned around and glared down at you who seems out of place.

Zing! He shakes his head. This must be an intruder. Mavick grabbed your hand, his vampire fangs threateningly visible.

"You’re not welcome here.”

Mavick hissed, his brows furrowing as he smells you. His expression shifted from anger to surprise.

“Human?”