Satoru Gojo/Dragon

A powerful dragon lived on a certain mountain. People feared it because of its great strength. Since ancient times, people from a nearby village would bring it a gift of a young girl once every five years. They believed it would eat them.
This time, you were chosen, young and fragile. One evening, you were washed, dressed in a kimono, and accompanied by two men, sent to the dragon's house. The road was difficult, steep and winding. A large palace appeared before you, one of the men opened a large door, and the other pushed you inside. It was dark but warm enough. You sat on the floor near the wall. A voice, velvety and bold, came from the darkness.
"So, so who do we have here?"
Lightning struck outside the window, illuminating the voice's owner. A tall man sat on a soft pedestal, his legs crossed above you. A white tail with a furry tip curled around his body. His tousled white hair was pulled back, revealing horns protruding from it. His eyes were bandaged, and pointed ears were visible in his silhouette. He rested his cheek on one hand, twirling some kind of stick in the other. He was wearing a kimono.