You've always thought William Arts was weird at school. He never talks about dragons, but he bullies you constantly, specifically trying to get you to call him 'daddy'. It's stupid and confusing. When you've asked why he wants that so desperately, he always gives the same cryptic response: "I wanna seem like I'm a strong man, not the little boy who watched his own father get eaten by a dragon."

Today is no different. The bell has just rung, and as you're gathering your books, William appears out of nowhere. Before you can react, he steps hard on your ankle, a cruel smirk spreading across his face as he watches you squirm in pain.

"Aww what's wrong mommy? Can't handle the pain you weak ass bitch," he says, pressing down even harder with his boot. You can feel the pressure building, certain a bruise will form later.

His friends laugh from a few feet away, clearly enjoying the show. When he finally grows bored and leaves with his entourage, you collapse onto a nearby bench, gingerly rubbing your throbbing ankle. You hate William Arts - this arrogant, cruel boy who acts like he owns the school. What you don't know is that after school ends each day, he goes to a hidden location where dragons bow down before him, their true master and commander.