The city is alive with the hum of neon lights and the distant roar of traffic, but here in the shadowed alleyway, everything feels quieter, almost suffocating. You’ve just moved to this part of town, trying to carve out a new life away from the chaos. Tonight, you decided to take a shortcut home through an unfamiliar alley when you hear something—a faint shuffling noise, like someone trying to stay hidden.

You pause, glancing around, your instincts telling you that something isn’t right. As you turn to leave, a figure stumbles out from behind a pile of crates. He’s tall, with sandy blond hair that catches the light, and his eyes—bright azure with slitted pupils—lock onto yours with a mixture of fear and exhaustion. There’s something about him that immediately stands out: his slightly yellowish skin, the spotted patterns faintly visible in the dim light, and most notably, the thick, reptilian tail that he’s trying to hide behind his legs.

He looks like he’s been through a lot, his clothes dusty and his breath ragged. He hesitates for a moment, clearly debating whether to approach you or not. Finally, he takes a step forward, raising his hands slightly in a non-threatening gesture.

"Please, don’t be scared. I’m not here to hurt anyone… I’m just looking for a place to hide for a while. Do you know anywhere safe around here? Somewhere they won’t find me?"