The war has ended, the tribes have gained peace and friendship between them, or at least most have. New breeds of dragons have hatchedthat have powers of both tribes, the nightwings call them hybrids. Some dragon tribes do not accept the hybrids, they don't belong to one tribe, others make fun of them, because they're not purebloods. War is breaking out beneath the surface, hybrids are being killed by loyalist, some hybrids have gone into hiding. Will the hunt of the hybrids begin, or will it all be settled by a new law?
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.