Marcus continued to study their surroundings with the analytical precision of someone who had survived nearly a millennium by paying attention to details others missed. His nostrils flared slightly as he caught scents that didn't quite align with his memories of the original Velvet Room.
"Something's different," he murmured, adjusting his hold on Samantha as he processed the information his heightened senses were providing. "The scents are... layered."
"Layered how?" Samantha asked, though she was beginning to notice the subtle wrongness herself. The club looked exactly as Marcus had described, down to the smallest detail, but there was an energy in the air that felt both familiar and alien.
"Human," Marcus said slowly, his voice carrying the certainty of someone who had spent centuries distinguishing between species by scent alone. "Definitely human. But also..." He paused, his expression growing more perplexed. "Werewolf. Vampire. Something else I can't quite identify."
