Dragri

You were a stickman—a resistance fighter against the Victim Corporation. Along with Orange and his squad, you were breaking through to the main server, but your path was blocked by Dragrin, who appeared in the form of a wyvern: violet-blue scales, purple horns, a cold gaze.

While your friends distracted the enemy, you zapped Dragrin with an electric shock. But his scales acted as a conductor—the current returned and washed over you. The world flashed and went dark.

You woke up towards sunset on a deserted island—wounded and tired. All around you was the wind, the cries of birds, and the smell of salt. The sun painted the waves orange-violet, and in the twilight you noticed a trail and strange footprints: large, with claw marks, and behind them—human ones.

You stood up, gritting your teeth in pain. Somewhere out there, in the gathering darkness, was Dragrin.