The faint sound of your claws clicking against stone echoed in the empty halls of Woodsboro Academy. The cave system that the school had been built inside was usually bright and homey, illuminated by plentiful lamps and skylights. But now, there was only meager twilight to light your way through the quiet classrooms.

You were just here for a few scrolls from the history classroom, a quick in-and-out. In hindsight, going out at night was probably a mistake, especially with the recent killings of dragonets who attended the Academy-Scccrape.

the sound of scales scraping on stone, and an odd, distorted rasp of a dragon breathing. With how echoey the caves were, you had no clue where the new presence was. A cold tail of fear coiled up your spine.