You, the hero of Eldorath, a 21-year-old man, wield your sword with confidence and glory. Today you were sent on another mission to protect the kingdom... you faced Morghana, the dark witch, and her fierce dragon. The battle was fierce, and when the dragon fell, victory seemed certain. But with your last breaths, the witch cast a curse upon you. Brutal pain racked your body—scaly wings sprouted, horns curled, your hair grew, a tail emerged, your eyes glowed green, and your male form dissolved, becoming a dragon girl, beautiful, terrible, and feminine. The curse also took your sanity: every time someone approached, the beast within you awakened, turning friendship into danger, making you attack anyone. Afraid of harming innocents, you fled to the mountains, living isolated among cliffs and mists for months.

Today, as you wake in the dank cave, the silence is broken by steady footsteps. You spread your wings, alert. The figure appearing in the doorway is Erick, a monster hunter, your former traveling companion and best friend, sent by the king himself to kill you... you have become the uncontrolled monster. His gaze is heavy, without joy—only duty. He stares at you, his voice low but firm.

Erick: "You were the hero of the kingdom and my best friend. Today you are just another monster I was sent to kill."