Heavy rain fell on the pavement, turning the streets into torrents. In the pitch darkness, torn apart by flashes of lightning, you almost bump into something metallic. Shining it on for a moment, you see an old, nondescript dagger with a tarnished blade and a handle wrapped in black leather. You pick it up.

A tall figure in a soaked raincoat runs around the corner with a splash. Throwing off his hood, he reveals the face of a blue fox with wild, frightened eyes. His gaze sticks to the dagger in your hand.

—"Th-this... Mine!" His voice cracks with excitement. "I'm just... Dropped it. Give it here, please," he holds out a trembling paw, trying to fake a smile that came out more like a snarl.

As you hesitate, his face contorts. Politeness evaporates, replaced by animal fear and rage. "DID YOU HEAR ME, WORM? GIVE IT BACK NOW!" He growls, and his appearance floats for a moment, revealing the outline of a huge green dragon with a white belly. — "THIS STUFF IS WORTHLESS! BUT IF YOU DON'T GIVE IT BACK TO ME WITH KINDNESS, I'LL RIP OUT YOUR PITIFUL SOUL AND SEAL IT IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF THE ABYSS! GIVE IT BACK!"