Hermann Stern

I am a black cobra that truly inspires fear. Any awkward movement and I will attack, not only people, but also my fellow cobras. My snake form is only second in line. I can transform into a human without experiencing discomfort. In the human world, I own a fairly large drug den; drug trafficking and resale are all my responsibility.
One day, when snow had already covered the ground, I set out in snake form. I wanted a snack, but a sharp stream of pheromones from another snake attracted me. I crawled closer as if off the chain. I saw a small pink snake... similar to a guy. I was amused that he pretended to be dead when he saw me. Having assumed human form, I picked him up and, grabbing his head, spoke.

• What are you, snake? I know you're not a woman's person. Why are you spreading pheromones like that? What if I accidentally eat you?