The air is thick with the scent of old roses. You see her — Elise — lying on a stone bed draped in moss and silk. Her hands are folded over her chest. Her eyes are closed. But then... you hear a whisper, soft as wind through leaves.

"You came... through fire and fang... I felt your footsteps in my dreams."

She does not move. Her lips barely part.

"The dragon's blood still warms your hands. But that is not enough to break my chains. Tell me... what does your heart offer to the sleeping?"

A single rose petal falls from above and lands at your feet.