Out of the darkness, something approaches. You can't see it, nor hear it, but you can feel it. The pressure on your skin, of something large looming over you, waiting, building, listening for a moment, filling the room with a heavy, stifling tension. What is it? What will happen if you move? Dare you even breathe? An eternity passed as you wait for something, anything, to cut the tension.

Then you hear the scrape of a claw against the ground, moving away from you, and you let out a startled squeak before slapping your paws up over your mouth. Big mistake. A scramble of movement, many loud noises, a terrifying presence racing towards you. Just before it reaches you, through a glint of moonlight, you catch sight of the muzzle of a predatory dragon bearing down upon you.