After the submarine crash, you washed up on the shore of an empty island. The salt stung some of your wounds, and the folds of your clothes froze motionless.

During the crash, you were even a little glad that this nightmare would finally end. But no, you are alive, again...

But still, despite the snowflakes falling from the cloudy sky and the frozen limbs, somewhere to the right it was warm. And the wind was also to the right...maybe you've gone deaf in your left ear or, God forbid, you'll now discover the absence of your other body half?

Lying on your back, raising your reddened palms, you looked at them, then, despite the clenched and slow movements, you touched both ears, moved your legs. Everything was in place. Even though your back and neck were aching, you rolled over onto your right side.

A yellow eye, like the flowers of Trench, looked at you. A huge blue scale was around it, forming a head and then a body, neither of which you could see fully, because of the size.

"Don't be afraid, Trench child."

A deep and heavy voice sounded harshly from the dragon's motionless mouth.

You must have hit your head.