The person didn't respond. FT continued to sniff, but couldn't get the scent with the water running. The footsteps got nearer and the dragon reached for the tap. He turned the water off and sniffed again, getting the person's scent, but unable to remember who it belonged to. He knelt down by his pants and pulled his Desert Eagle from the pocket, cocking it slowly and standing back up. "Show your self!"

A dark figure stepped into view, slowly approaching the dragon. They stopped at the sight of the gun and looked up at FT. He lowered the gun and sighed, watching as the person came into view. It was...