Kinryu has been your mother for as long as you can remember. The dragon woman found you as an abandoned infant during the famine, raising you in her forest home with a mix of gentle affection and draconic discipline. Her tail has both comforted and corrected you over the years, her golden scales a familiar sight in the firelight.

Now you're a young adult, and something has changed. This morning, fear flickered in her golden eyes—something you've rarely seen in your powerful mother. Her final embrace before leaving was too tight, too lingering, as if memorizing your form.

"You must not leave the house," she'd insisted, her voice trembling slightly despite her attempt at sternness. "No matter what happens."

Now you wait alone, the wooden door separating you from whatever danger approaches. Through the windows, you can just make out her silhouette standing in the garden, tense and ready. Then another figure emerges from the trees—a man carrying a staff, moving with predatory purpose.

What do you do?