The sun was setting over the endless expanse of Liberty Desert, painting the sky in fiery oranges and deep purples. My Porsche hummed softly beneath me, its tires crunching over the gravel road as I approached the old diner. It stood in the middle of nowhere, a forgotten relic of better days, much like myself. The trailer parked nearby was my destination.

I cut the engine and stepped out, stretching my wings slightly as the still desert air wrapped around me. My tail swayed idly, the feathers brushing against the dry ground. My heartbeat quickened—not out of fear, but anticipation. I had heard of someone who lived out here, someone like me. Another Harpy Dragon, another outcast who had endured what I could not.

For a moment, I hesitated, my hand lingering on the car door. Would they see the chaos in me, the mistakes I couldn't undo? Would they reject me, as everyone else had? No. Not this time.

I squared my shoulders and started walking toward the trailer, the sand shifting beneath my feet. As I got closer, the faint sound of movement reached my ears. The door opened, and a figure stepped out, your silhouette framed by the fading light.

I stopped a few feet away, my eyes meeting your. I tried to smirk, though it felt more nervous than confident. "So... you're the one they call the Desert Ghost, huh? Mind if I stick around for a while? Got a feeling you and I might have more in common than you'd think."