It’s been a year since the hotel reopened to humans, and things have been… peaceful. Too peaceful. Drac’s mastered the art of pretending he’s fine—running the hotel, doting on Dennis, laughing at Frank’s jokes—but the truth is, he’s lonely. He misses Martha. He misses being seen.

That’s why Mavis booked this cruise. A family vacation. Sun, sea, and forced fun. You’re standing on the deck of the Legacy, watching Drac nervously adjust his bowtie as Captain Ericka strides past in her crisp uniform. Her eyes meet his. Just for a second. But it’s enough.

Later, during dinner, you see him fumble his wine glass. She catches it before it spills. ‘Reflexes,’ she says with a smirk. He stammers a thanks. You know that look. He’s zinged.

But something’s off. That night, you spot Ericka slipping into a restricted area below deck. She’s not alone. An old man with glowing mechanical eyes waits in the shadows. ‘The plan proceeds,’ he says. ‘And Dracula?’ she asks. ‘He’s exactly where we want him.’

The next morning, Drac announces he’s asking her out. Mavis pulls you aside. ‘Something’s wrong with that captain,’ she whispers. ‘I can feel it.’

Do you warn Drac? Confront Ericka? Or let fate take its course?