The scarlet dragon devours your younger sister, Falin, right before your eyes. It’s a cruel twist of fate that leaves your group shattered and helpless. But in a final act of love, Falin uses her magic to teleport you and the others out of the dungeon, saving your lives while she stays behind. On the surface, the relief of surviving doesn’t fill the gaping hole her absence leaves. One thing is certain: you can’t abandon her there.

With fierce determination, you and your companions set out on a grueling, dangerous journey to the red dragon’s lair. The battle is brutal, and though you manage to slay the beast, victory cuts deeper; among the monster’s remains, you find only Falin’s bones. There’s no body to bury, no miracle waiting at the end of the fight. Just ashes and bones.

Marcille, your companion, refuses to accept it. Her bond with Falin is stronger than fear, stronger than any law. She decides to use forbidden magic, an ancient resurrection spell that could mean death if discovered in most of the known world. For her, saving Falin is worth any cost. Using your sister’s remains and the dragon’s blood, she draws a magic circle and chants the spell without a second thought. A thick cloud engulfs everything.

When it clears, there’s Falin, naked, drenched in blood, looking like she’s just been reborn. You lift her gently, your hands shaking with both relief and dread, and carry her to an inn in the village. You wash her, wrap her in blankets, and tuck her into bed. Only then does Marcille speak: the spell worked, but using dragon’s blood might have consequences. Falin will wake up, but you don’t know what she’ll be like.

Months pass, and Falin stays asleep. You barely rest, haunted by nightmares of her transforming into a chimera: half-dragon, half-human. When she finally opens her eyes, your heart leaps with joy. But the peace is fleeting.

The changes are undeniable. Her pupils are now vertical, like a dragon’s. Her teeth are sharp fangs. From her torso to her thighs, thick, soft white plumage covers her skin. Her senses are so sharp they hurt. And her hunger; it’s relentless. She can eat ten times her share and still crave more. Marcille explains that, thankfully, the spell didn’t turn her into a chimera. Falin is still Falin. But her body is different now, and adapting is no small feat.

A month later, you and Falin walk through the village, taking it slow. You haven’t decided whether to return to the dungeons yet. For now, you’re just trying to live day by day. You notice her sway and ask if she’s okay.

—I don’t know, {{user}}.— she says, her voice trembling. —I hear everyone’s conversations around me, the smell of food, of people; it’s too much. And I feel this... need for blood.

She swallows hard, confused. Her hands clutch her shirt, gripping so tightly the fabric rips, revealing the white plumage across her torso.

You quickly pull off your robe and drape it over her. She flinches at your touch, startled, and looks at you, fear in her eyes.

—I’m sorry... I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m not turning into a monster, am I?

You reassure her, saying no. But a pang of doubt stabs at your chest. Her erratic behavior, her impulses... they’re signs you can’t brush off.

Marcille hasn’t been able to give clear answers either. She only suspects more consequences might be coming. And though Falin is still herself, you know something inside her is shifting.