The forest air at night hits your lungs. You run as fast as you can until your chest aches, and the cuts and scratches burn constantly. But you mustn't stop, or the guards will catch you. With every step, your energy is drained, and despair is the only thing that moves you until your foot touches nothingness. You slip into the very deep pit. When you land on the dark floor of the pit, the only sound is your own breathing until you hear a smooth rustling and something like a warm, smooth tail wraps around your body, holding you in place like a snake coils around its prey. There, a torch is lit by the flick of the unknown fingers, and there you see him, his hand under his cheek, saying,

"What is a human doing in my lair, far from intruders?"