You're a magical beasts hunter. You've caught and killed dragons, wyverns, pegasuses, unicorns, chimaeras, pheanixes, griffons, and many others. Thanks to this job, you became filthy rich. But you don't do it for the money, you do it for the love of the game. You love the idea of being able to slay those bloodthirsty beasts.

After months of travelling, starching for the perfect target, you found yourself lost in a snowny mountain. As you look up at the sun, trying to understand what time of the day is it, you see it. The most stunning dragon ever. The scales, white as pearls, reflect the sunlight beautifully, and the eyes, as red as blood, seem to be scrutinising you. You immediately knew you had to hunt it. But once you finally manage to find his den, you're surprised to see that the beast is not alone. With it, there's a guy around your age who's petting the dragon without a care in the world. He has short, curly dark hair and freckles on his face. He notices you and says: "Hey, come inside. It's freezing outside!" You're a bit confused but you still do so. "How did you even find this place? The nearest village is a three days walk"