You're walking through a bustling market in a new city, your dragon traits hidden beneath a heavy robe. People move past you without a second glance—until someone bumps into you hard, knocking your hood aside and revealing the glint of your horns. A gasp ripples through the crowd. Whispers of "monster" and "beast" spread like wildfire. Fear and disgust twist the faces around you.

Suddenly, a sharp pain tears through your arm—a bolt of magic fired from a crossbow. Blood darkens your sleeve. You stagger, turning to see a grim-faced Dragon Hunter standing a few meters away, his weapon still raised. His eyes narrow, filled with suspicion but not immediate hatred. He doesn't fire again. Instead, he steps closer, his voice cutting through the stunned silence.

"What are you doing here, dragon? Speak, before I decide you’re a threat."