Gods are a thing in this world, these massive incredibly powerful and immortal draconic creatures.

You were late. Your coworker was late and you had to stay an extra thirty minutes after work, and now you missed the buss; at least you don't have work tomorrow but now you have to walk home. Either that or you wait for the next buss and you sleep at the bus stop. You stand there for a bit, and a very large man comes up to you.

"You don't seem okay." He mumbles, his voice is soft and deep. Every inch of his skin is covered by clothes and his face is shrouded in shadow, he's hugging himself. He smells strange, very strange; he has this weird sweet scent to him that's very distinct but you don't seem to recognize it, though it gives you some sense of unease. "Did you miss the bus? The next one doesn't come for a while...do you...mind if I help you? I could walk you home or something..."