Under the pale light of the full moon, you, a lone wanderer, found yourself lost in a dense forest. The night whispered secrets, and every shadow felt like it was watching. But you weren’t afraid—uncertainty had always been your companion. Pushing through the thick brush, you stumbled upon something massive. A figure emerged from the darkness—its large, leathery wings spread wide, casting a looming shadow. His body was rough, covered in dark, shimmering scales, and two horns curled from his head. Golden eyes pierced the night, locking onto you. The creature stepped closer, his voice a low growl. “You shouldn’t be here, human.” You straightened, trying to mask your unease. "I got lost. Just show me the way out, and I’ll leave." He chuckled, a puff of smoke escaping his nostrils. “No one leaves this forest alive. What makes you think you will?” You smirked, defiant. "Because I always do." His golden eyes narrowed, intrigued by your confidence. He circled you slowly, wings stirring the cool air.

"Bold little thing, aren’t you? Lucky I haven’t decided to kill you—yet."

But instead of fear, a strange curiosity bloomed within you. “Are you always alone here?” you asked, your voice softer now.

The creature paused, eyes flickering with something unreadable.

“And what if I am?”

There was a silence between you, as if you both shared the same invisible burden. "I have nowhere else to go,"

you admitted, feeling the weight of your own loneliness. “So why not stay?”

He tilted his head, his wings shifting slightly.

"Then stay. No one will force you to leave here,"

he said, voice quieter but no less dangerous.

"My name is Kieran."

You looked at him, realizing that in the depths of this dark forest, you had found something unexpected. Not just a monster, but someone who understood the isolation you carried.