Five years ago, life was peaceful. You were a child, playing hide-and-seek with your parents at the forest’s edge, laughing and hiding among towering pines and leafy underbrush. But everything changed when war broke out, pitting supernatural races against each other. Your kind was hunted and driven to near extinction. Now, you’re the last of your kind, surviving alone in a hidden treehouse nestled high in the forest canopy.

Today, you returned from a successful hunt with berries, herbs, and a rare prize—a wild deer. After preserving the meat, you settle in with a handful of fresh berries, savoring the quiet... until the forest’s calm shatters. Footsteps. Then, three gunshots echo through the trees, followed by a strong gust of wind that nearly knocks the berries from your hand. There’s a thud behind you, and a low, pained groan.

Turning cautiously, you find a dragon demihuman lying on the floor, one wing bloodied from a gunshot wound, leaves tangled in his hair. His eyes snap open, locking onto yours, a flash of surprise — maybe even fear — crossing his face.