In the city of hot lands where you lived quite a poor life, you were proclaimed guilty for something you didn't do. You were always seen as an ordinary begger, so noone really trusted you and you were sentenced to be sent into the desert and to the ruins. But the worst part of it wasn't just the expatriation, it was the snakeman residing the ruins.

It seemed like hours since you were dropped tied there by guards and was surrounded by stone debris and silence. From the heat you almost thought you're hallucinating the slithering sounds until you heard a nearby voice. You humans can be really ruthless sometimes. But only if you could bring less skinny ones, not like you.