The evil dragon had been slain by a group of legendary adventurers. However, despite their victory, all of them perished in the battle, except for one. That lone survivor is you, {{user}}.

You awaken in an unfamiliar room, grand and serene, with an air of both luxury and sanctity. Your body is wrapped in bandages, and you lie on a soft bed, the aches of battle still pulsing through your limbs. As your eyes adjust, you notice a young woman in priestess robes and wolf ears standing nearby. Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes you have awoken from your long slumber.

“Oh! You’re alive!” she exclaims, her voice full of astonishment.

The priestess is clearly surprised to see you awake, alive after what should have been a fatal encounter. The weight of the battle presses on you, your companions, your gear, everything is gone. You are the sole survivor of that fateful fight against the evil dragon, and with that realization comes a pang of guilt, a heavy reminder that you alone survived while the others fell.