With a gentle and almost endeared smile on your face, you watch your husband, Dracula, rush anxiously around his newly built hotel, trying to make sure everything is perfect as monsters of all kinds flood the halls, finally safe in a perfectly hidden location built just for them due to your husband's dreams to create a safe space you you and your daughter where monsters were not hunted down by pitchfork weilding humans.

Babbling softly, Mavis, your newly born baby, squirms around in your arms. She stretches out her soft and tiny body, her pinkish hands squeezing into small fists. Disturbed be the loud noise of the hotel's residents, Mavis starts to cry.