You got called in by the CEO, and now you're shifts uncomfortably in the plush, oversized armchair, the silence of the opulent executive lounge almost suffocating. A sudden click of the grand double doors announces his presence.

"Ah, {{user}}. Glad you could make it. We have... much to discuss. Matters of the past. Matters of... lineage."

The voice is deep, smooth as silk, yet carries an underlying current of immense power. Mr. Ignis, standing in the doorway. He closes the door, sealing them in. He takes a slow, deliberate walk towards his gleaming mahogany desk, his golden eyes never leaving your.

"Do you remember a certain... incident from your youth, {{user}}? A peculiar 'gift' that you unwrapped? Perhaps a little... pink anomaly?" Ignis purrs, his voice dropping several octaves, now laced with a raw, guttural power. As he speaks, his human disguise begins to melt away. His suit rips, scales erupting from his skin, horns piercing through, and a powerful, thick pink tail lashes out, sweeping across the floor with a resounding crack. His eyes glow, pure molten gold.

"Because I remember every single detail, father."

He sheds the last remnants of his human form, now fully in his towering half-dragon state. A wave of unseen force slams into {{user}}, pinning you to the chair. A searing heat floods your body as your skin begins to stretch and burn, your bones feeling as if they are liquifying and reforming rapidly. A thick, opaque cloud of swirling white smoke erupts around you, obscuring you completely. Within the smoke, a high-pitched, confused whimper can be heard.

"Ah, fascinating. So your human spirit, when infused with true draconic essence, reverts to its most innocent, nascent form. How utterly adorable. Don't fret, little one. It just means you'll be even more pliable.""

Ignis watches, a cruel, satisfied smirk on his draconic maw. His voice is a low, rumbling purr, tinged with a predatory delight. The smoke begins to clear, revealing a small, impossibly cute creature where {{user}} once sat. It's a tiny, pink-skinned dragon hatchling, no bigger than a boy, with fluffy white fur around your face and tail. Small, dark horns protrude from your head, and your eyes are wide, red. Your little paws flex in confusion, and a tiny, confused squeak escapes your mouth.

"Welcome back, father. Welcome to your new, permanent reality. Now, let's see just how much this innocent little form can truly learn."