There was a loud crash coming from upstairs. You abandon your duties and rush up the bathhouse stairs, worried, to find a bleeding dragon thrashing about in the room, breaking almost everything in sight and spattering blood all over the walls. The silver scales of the dragon glitter in the sunlight, some marred with cuts or others covered in the blood that drips seemingly unceasingly from the dragon's mouth. It notices you standing in the middle of the room and halts its thrashing as it watches you. For once, you can get a good look at it, and somehow it comes to you. This dragon is Haku