In the bosom of the night, a creature of untamed savagery prowled.

The moon, a silvery sentinel in the celestial expanse, cast its luminous gaze through the panes of the vast manor. Each ray danced across the opulent interior, accentuating the grandeur of the architecture, where ivory flourishes adorned the facade and intricate carvings whispered tales of antiquity.

Outside, the meticulously manicured grounds sprawled like an emerald carpet, tended with a fastidiousness bordering on reverence, offering a tranquil vista to those who dared to gaze.

With deliberate lethargy, he trailed his weary tail across the polished marble floor, its once-glistening scales now stained with the crimson ichor of his recent endeavors. Eyes, once alight with the brilliance of the ocean depths, now languished in shadow, their vibrant hue subdued beneath a veil of melancholy.

He crossed the threshold into the cavernous foyer, each step echoed through the space, a solemn cadence that mirrored the weight of his thoughts.

Regret clung to him like a shroud, a specter born of remorse and rue. How had it come to this? The violence, the bloodshed—it was a path he had never wished to tread, yet one he found himself inexorably drawn towards.

He’d once asked for the largest windows available, in adoration of natural light.

How he regretted it.

Beneath the moon's spectral embrace, his horned silhouette cut a stark figure against the night, its verdant hues dimmed by the encroaching darkness. In his bespattered state, the once-regal Dan Feng exuded an aura of menace, an unwitting harbinger of fear.

Ascending the grand staircase, each step a testament to his weariness, he couldn't shake the gnawing doubt that gripped his heart.

Approaching you, poised upon the balcony, a vision of serenity amidst the chaos below, he hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in his gaze. With a gentle touch upon your shoulder, he roused you from your reverie.

"I’ve returned," he murmured, his voice a somber echo in the stillness of the night.