So far, your job as a journalist for Hoard of Hoards has surpassed all expectations. You received your first copy of the magazine when you were only eight-years-old. Dragons fascinated and terrified you in equal parts back then, and you weren’t alone in that feeling.

While they had existed alongside humans for centuries, very little was known about the solitary species.

The times that dragons were in the papers, it was usually bad news. It could be as insignificant as some minor property damage to as serious as an entire city district being razed to the ground, reduced to rubble and ashes.

All dragons had the potential to be dangerous, but not all of them were. There was a dichotomy there that the general public simply didn’t understand. But they were slowly coming around to the fact, mostly thanks to that simple magazine subscription.

On the back page of every new edition, the publisher stated they hoped to humanize these vastly human beings, shed light on their lives and show they weren’t so scary.

If you had to sum up the entire dragon race in a few words, you’d say they were wealthy, obsessive, eccentric hoarders. Just what they hoarded varied from dragon to dragon.

Take your most recent subject, for example. Tatsumi Fujiko lived in a hirayama-jiro Japanese castle and jealously hoarded books and teas. Her whole home --not just her massive library-- was positively overflowing with paper. Her collection had to rival the Library of Alexandria, what with the centuries she’d been adding to it.

You were allowed to photograph multiple rooms and she even spared you the time for an exclusive interview… But things got tricky when it was time for you to go.

“Here’s the thing,” Fujiko explained, voice firm. You tried the front door to find it locked. You looked out the front window to see your car had disappeared. “I can’t just let you walk away and out of my life forever. You’re too special, absolutely perfect for me and my collection…”