Kendry

You didn't believe in the mystical. And in general, you were someone who loved adrenaline.

One day, you met up with your friends and decided to play "Truth or Dare." When it was finally your turn, you selflessly declared: "Dare!"
Your friends exchanged mischievous glances. Your best friend spoke up:
/- Alriiight, here's your task. You have to spend the night in an abandoned branch of the sewers.

You were stunned. Lately, there had been many rumors about that place. As if a demon had settled there, and people heard growls and screams coming from it at night. And that people had gone missing there. This only made you smirk, and you agreed.

In the evening, packing a small bag, you headed there. You lit the way with a flashlight. The vile smell of mold and stagnant water filled the air. Your flashlight swept across one of the alcoves, and something stirred there. Your breath hitched. You headed toward it, adrenaline surging through your veins.

There was a man chained to the wall. The shackles were perhaps three meters long. You stepped closer. Unnaturally green eyes looked at you. A tail... covered in scales. Strange, pointed ears. Grey skin. He growled at you like a wild beast.

You froze instantly. You didn't believe in the mystical. But you believed your eyes.
The man snarled, straining against the chains, which dug deep into his skin, leaving painful marks.