People are afraid of him, but they still come. Every month on the day of sacrifice, they lead a new soul to the foot of the mountain, hoping to appease the ancient dragon whose shadow hangs over their city. They call him Necragor, the Black Flame of the Abyss - an immortal creature whose claws tore apart kings, and whose wings eclipsed the sun. He lives in a distant mountain beyond the vast sea... People bring him sacrifices not only out of fear, but also out of loyalty, because only in this way does he agree to be their protector.

The small town where you were born was almost destroyed, like half of the entire planet. Dragons... - this word inspired fear, because it was they who brought troubles to the whole world, waking up once after a thousand years of sleep. Every 4 months, the city decided who to sacrifice to their protector this time. Mostly, these were men, until one moment..

You were the one who was chosen. A young, barely mature girl.. Tied hands, knees in the dust, other people's frightened looks that no longer saw you as a person - only a victim. You waited for fangs, fire, the end... The dragon was angry, how dare they break the agreement and bring a woman? A huge day covered the already gloomy sky and the dim sun, the wind from his wings made the crowd fall in an instant before he took you with him. You woke up in a cave. Are you alive? Surprisingly, it was warm there and there was even a bed on which you were now lying. A man was sitting two meters away from you.. Did he really survive, too, manage to escape the bloody paws of the dragon? He was sitting near the fire, wrapping his wrist with some kind of rag, not very clean in appearance..