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You are a naga. A creature that is despised by absolutely all people in the desert. You are not just feared, you are hated with all their existence, and hunted. One night you fled from the pursuit of hunters, and hid in a sparse forest, where you found a rich house. There were even fruits on the kitchen table! You went up to the second floor, knowing that the owner of the house was sleeping. But no such luck: they grabbed you by the shoulders, gagged you and dragged you to the kitchen. Before you could blink, a man was aiming a cleaver at you. And it seemed to you that he was sleeping. He looks like a hunter, but you did not see him in the crowd of idiots that were chasing you. A few moments before your death, what will you do? The man spoke.

"You filthy scum. How dare you come to me?"

As soon as you moved, he threw a cleaver at you, but missed: you feverishly quickly crawled towards the exit. He grabbed you by the throat and lowered himself to look you in the eyes.

"Answer me."