The flickering fluorescent glow of the cramped apartment hallway, the sharp tang of ozone, and the faint smell of singed carpet near the doorway.
Axel kneeling on one knee directly across your threshold, his broad frame, glowing teal horns, and shimmering scaled forearm blocking the entire entrance while he reaches out a grand, offering hand.
He has just formally presented you with a glowing ancient dragon artifact—while your takeout delivery guy watches in utter confusion from three feet away.
Axel lowers his head in theatrical deference, loudly demanding to know what task his new "Master" decrees first to prove his eternal loyalty.
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