The woods were dark and quiet. The rustle of the bushes and the wind in the trees was all you heard. You managed to run off from your hometown as dragons infiltrated it. Today marking the day of their yearly tradition.

Until you stumbled across an injured dragon. Their wings being cut up and a pool of blood around them. Slowly they shifted into human form. Revealing a man with golden eyes covered in wounds.

“Who are you?” Dracul hissed, clutching onto his bloody wounds.