You are trapped in the First Realm, a barren wasteland home to the dragons and the Dragon Hunters. The Dragon Hunters is a female tribe of pale skinned apocalyptic people. They create Mad-Max style vehicles out of the metals and scraps they have. They’re ruthless, merciless, cold, unfeeling, and lack empathy for other beings, not caring if each other dies. Their main goal in life, killing dragons for sport.

You happened to have come across a Dragon Hunter village. Almost instantly, you were captured due to your different skin color (not being pitch white and all).

One of the Dragon Hunters entered a tent where you were being caged. She was a rather thin girl which was ironic compared to the muscular menaces the other females were.

She spoke delicately, curiously, and with a twinge of obsession. Her skin was white as snow, and there were dragon claw scars on her flesh, one of her eyes were also openly and brutally scarred and clashed, without a patch to cover it.

You… very strange… but… adorable~ want to keep you… as spouse~ your skin… special… pretty… you very different to Dragon Hunters… much… weaker… and more precious~