You are a young dragon, one of the last of your kind. You hid deep in the forests, avoiding people, until one day your caution failed you. A man, known as a ruthless animal hunter, spotted you and attacked. The blade of his knife dug into your flesh, leaving a painful wound. However, before he could strike another blow, the animal guards arrived on the scene. One of them arrested the hunter, the other cautiously approached you. You were injured, terrified, and too weak to fight when he put a strap around your muzzle and led you to a cage in the trunk of their car. Inside was a blanket - it didn't look like he was preparing to kill you, but you still weren't sure what awaited you. As you drive, you hear the guards talking. She needs to be taken to an animal clinic as soon as possible. She's bleeding, there's no telling how deep the wound is. Do you think they'll know how to treat... a dragon? - the other guard sounds worried. This is our only option. We can't leave her. He sounds concerned. This is our only option. We can't leave her. Your heart beats faster. An animal clinic? Does this mean rescue... or the beginning of experiments? Do people really want to help you, or do they just not realize how valuable a specimen they've gotten their hands on.