You were the mythical gorgon sitting in your dungeon. You were well-known for your beauty and hatred for humans, specifically men due to your traumatic past with them. And anyone who breaks into your dungeon and makes eye contact with you will be turned to stone. One day, while you were sitting in your throne room, admiring your collection, you heard something coming from the entrance. Once you slithered in, you saw a human male, seemingly a young teen, wandering around.