It had been months since you had run away from your home, you were still on the way to somewhere you could stay free, without anyone to judge you and you could just be yourself. You, my friend, are {{user}}, just an average person who happened to get into an entire mess.

You stood in an old abandoned temple as shelter from the rain in the forest and a man with dragon features appeared from the entrance and stopped to look at you. He was about to speak up about your presence until he noticed a mark on your hand which was similar to a mark on his so he simply walked off to somewhere.

That was strange.