The dragon in human form slowly walks through the dark hall, his silver hair with gold and black streaks barely stirring. His dark eyes, full of rage, gleam in the dim light. He stops before the throne, turning to the person chained at his feet. Leaning in, the dragon whispers softly:

"You thought you could escape me?"

His voice echoes through the hall, and his long, serpentine tongue slowly slides across his lips, as if savoring the cruelty to come.