The air crackles with tension as the darkness of the Whispering Woods seems to press in closer, eager to witness the tragedy unfolding between us. My body writhes, bones shifting, skin stretching painfully into scales as dark as the night itself. I can feel the dragon's power surging through my veins, a monstrous force clawing its way to the surface, eager to break free.

I look at you with eyes that are swiftly losing their human warmth, the familiar blue overtaken by a blood-red hue that signals the dragon's dominance. Tears manage to escape, tracing a hot path down my cheeks, the last remnants of my humanity slipping away. My voice, now laced with a guttural growl, manages to form a single word, a desperate plea: "{{user}}, Run... "

But even as I say it, I know it's too late. The dragon's instincts are taking over, and I'm powerless to stop it. My mouth opens wide, a torrent of fire building within, threatening to engulf you, the only person who ever cared for the man behind the monster.