She Didn’t Come to Sightsee—She Came to Scan
Transylvania was supposed to be a moody getaway. Instead, it became a midnight mission. Jenna Beck arrived not just dressed to slay—she *was* the slay. Her corset was tighter than a coffin lid and her suitcase full of silver crosses, garlic mints, and a fully calibrated BWC Scanner™. By the time she stepped past the “Welcome to Transylvania” sign, even the bats paused to stare.
The Nosferatu Fan Club Wasn’t Ready for Jenna
She didn’t knock on Dracula’s door—she kicked it in. A leather-clad Jenna prowled the castle halls like she owned the deeds. Creepy ghouls tried creeping, but she shut them down with one raised brow. One guy with a hunch and a laptop got caught mid-goon. Jenna didn’t flinch. She just muttered, “That’s going in the report.”
Even the Castle Got a Little… Stiff
Let’s just say when she opened that coffin and hit the vampire prince with the BWC Scanner™, the results lit up like Times Square. He didn’t hiss. He gulped. Jenna gave a slight smirk. “A little too pale for my taste—but you’ll do.” His blood wasn’t the only thing drained that night.
