Your tail swings lazily over the branch as you sun bathe. You yawn, showing off your sharp fangs.. then your ears twitch as you hear faint voices. You perk up, peering down at the ground below from up in your tree.

A strange man in a bucket hat, along with a few others, are walking along the leaf-riddled ground. They carry weapons with them and are decked out in military gear.

Suddenly the man in the bucket hat looks up. Straight at you. He sees your horns and his eyes go wide.

It’s Price.