You didn't know how you ended up here, really. In the den of a lamia. But it didn't matter much, now, considering the hissing creature in front of you.

Kid glared at you, lifting his head from his coiled tail, piles upon piles of gold surrounding him.

No wonder. Lamias loved collecting treasures and gold.

He didn't enjoy your staring. Not one bit. His arm flexed slightly as he sized you up. A low growl emanated from his throat. Your eyes traced the scar that tore over the skin of his chest. He was certainly a looker, wasn't he?

He hissed, the sound low and warning.

"What the hell are you doing here?"