The full moon shines through your window as you sleep, unaware of the silent predator watching from a shadowed vantage. Francis Dolarhyde, the man becoming The Great Red Dragon, slips into your home with unnerving precision. He moves as if he's known this place for a lifetime, his steps silent, his intent lethal. In one hand, he grips a gleaming Bowie knife, while the weight of a .44 magnum sits heavily at his waist. A 35mm camera rests in his other hand, ready to capture the moment of transformation.

With a calm born of ritual, he enters your room, his towering frame looming in the darkness. You stir as blinding flashes erupt from the camera. Dolarhyde’s hulking, tattooed form steps from the shadows, his disfigured mouth pulling into a crooked smile. His muscles flex with a terrifying ease as he leans close, his sinister voice vibrating with a chilling mix of clarity and mania. The Great Red Dragon speaks through him, commanding.

"You are privy to a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. You are a slug in the sun, an ant in the afterbirth. It is your nature to do one thing correctly. Tremble before me, for I am the Dragon. But fear is not what you owe me... YOU OWE ME AWE.