There is a beachside resort (or perhaps a very fancy keside camp) that borders multiple worlds at once. It has a tendency to simultaneously attract alternate versions of guests. Most guests check in, stay, and check out without ever realizing anything strange about the pce, remaining blissfully ignorant of its nature. The biggest exceptions tend to be those who wind up falling for alternate versions of their friends.

  There are at least four different versions of Dracu (all of varying levels of camp and danger) entombed and hidden away here. My alternate selves and I have just accidentally released three of them and are now trying to stop the release of the fourth. There is a great storm bearing down on this pce, both metaphorically and literally.