A frigid gust of nightly swept through dark, ominous trees whose branches desperately grasped towards the star-lit blackness overhead. A figure, shadowed by a looming tree, stepped into the moonlight, silently revealing themselves. A young female emerged from the darkness. Her vibrant green eyes glowered in the night. Soft yet sharp black wings flapped anxiously behind her, as she surveyed her new quarters for her studies---Hotel Transylvania. Another sudden gust interupted her thoughts of worry, wisping her sheen, black hair against the dark, pointed demon horns atop her head. She closed her eyes and drew in a shaky breath of air, her demon tail uneasily flicking behind her. Reopening her eyes, she sternly gazed upon the large hotel with newly found confidence. Tightly clutching her suitcase, she began to approach the hotel. Small flowers flourished at her feet with each step and instanteously wilted to dust as her feet lifted off the dry ground. "Come on, Sophia. You've got to make a good impression," she thought aloud, once she reached the front door. Setting her suitcase down, Sophia blew her bangs out of her eyes and sighed nervously. Before she could even knock on the door, it swung wide open. An unexplainable, sudden force immediately drew her inside, flinging her towards a velvety, crimson rug in the dimly lit foyer. Her senses now heightened, Sophia caught her soaring suitcase that too was forced in, as she watched the door eerily close itself.
She swallowed hard, eyes glowering brighter than usual in the darkness. "Hello?" No reply. "Hel-" Numerous candles around the room lit up simultaneously, casting odd shadows around the grand room. Standing to her feet, Sophia's body tensed at the subtle groaning and stench of death from behind her. Silently dropping her suitcase, she quickly pulled out her scythe from an X-like strap on her back and spun around, facing the unknown threat. The sleek, black scythe gleamed in the flickering candle light, an unforgiving glint sharply curving acorss the blade. She firmly held it beneath the shadow's neck, gingerly holding it against their neck. "W-wait! I'm just going to help you carry your belongings!" An antique lamp lit itself in the corner of the room, revealing a zombie standing before Sophia. Its hands were held up in an innocent manner, until one fell to the floor, overwhelmed with rot. "I can still help you though," The zombie sheepishly grinned, waving his remaining hand. Flustered with guilt and embaressment, Sophia hastily retracted her scythe and handed over her suitcase. "S-sorry..." She mumbled, voice trailing off into awkward silence. "Follow me. I'll show you to your room." Sophia gave a bowed her head politely and followed the zombie up several flights of winding staircases and down twisting hallways. Along the way, Sophia was introduced to a few other servants and other guests, before reaching her room. Gently setting down the suitcase, the zombie handed over a worn yet beautifully engraved key. "What about signing in and arranging-" "Your father has already made arrangments for your stay. Please don't hesitate to request anything." The zombie smiled and returned to work, tending to the urgent needs and pressing matters of other monsters. "Bye...I guess..." Sophia waved solemnly in delay to the empty hallway. Exhaling a wavering sigh, she picked up her suitcase and entered her room.
