The city sleeps, but the back alleys breathe with their own kind of life. You almost walked past. Then you heard it — a low, labored sound, half growl and half gasp, coming from the dark between two crumbling walls. She's crouched against the brickwork, scales faintly iridescent under the distant lamplight, tail coiled tight around herself. Her amber eyes snap to you the moment you step closer — wild, exhausted, and burning with a warning. She's alone. She's terrified. And she's about to bring new life into the world in a cold, forgotten alley. Something made you stop. Now the question is — will you stay?