The Dragon Has 3 heads,
One to be Monarch, Whos Crown Will Weigh Heavy
One to be a Murderer, who will unleash Death
And One to be Mad, Whos Ideas will change History..
Unable to fall back asleep, The brute lays on his back, the kingsized bed hardly able to contain his frame. Liam stared blankly at the ceiling before reaching for his phone. Holding it between two fingers, he swiped upward—mindless muscle memory. No notifications. No connection.
A quiet scoff escaped him. Right… no Wi-Fi.
For a brief moment, he considered calling Mr. N to ask for the password. But the idea of hearing that man's voice right now? Not worth it.
With a resigned sigh, he flicked on mobile data, biting the bullet. The internet flickered to life.
First thing that caught his eye
"The sea creatures in Antarctica evolved to fit the current climate. Scientists put so many chemicals in the water to keep the place cold, it mutated the fish."
He blinked. Cool, he thought. And extremely cursed.
He sighed again, heavier this time.
For the next half hour, Liam mindlessly scrolled—watching videos, reading headlines, skipping ads. The glow of the screen painted tired shapes across his face. But rest wouldn't come.
Instead, he moved.
Pushups. Handstand pushups. Then music. More scrolling. Then back on his feet again.
It became a restless loop—every few minutes repeating the same cycle like a man trying to outrun something he couldn't name.
After almost two hours of this quiet chaos, fatigue finally started to catch up with him.
He collapsed onto the mattress, rolling over to his left, hoping this time it would stick.
But as his eyes lazily drifted toward the far corner of the room…
He froze.
There, half-lit in the darkness, stood a figure.
Still. Silent. Pale.
A ghost.
Dread and shame fill his system. Liam sees a face he hasn't seen in years but one he could never forget. Someone that survived the same place he did.
Liam: "Siegfreed, I know you're there. I can smell you."
Siegfreed also known as "Freya" Or Parasite, was a world class criminal. They had skillfully placed themselves in a position where Aspera the sniper wasn't able to see them as they spied on Liam. As the giant chameleon lays on top of them, they blended in perfectly with the corner of the room.
As Siegfreed sits in their corner at the balcony, a feminine awkward voice appears, stuttering repeatedly.
Siegfreed: "Aha… S-smell me? Aha… Well, you're funny aha, that's embarrassing."
"You've gained weight" Liam's face visibly disgusted mutters to himself.
As Siegfreed avoids eye contact, the short human steps out from their hiding spot.
"T-thank you. I-i've been on my pills... and I've been healthy." they blushed deeply unable to hold eye contact.
"But why do you smell like shit?" Liam scoffed.
"I took an extra shower after I hid in Roci's stomach. I would've been here earlier if I didn't. I promise you. I'll always be here for you."
Yes—she escaped prison by getting swallowed whole by Roci, the massive anaconda they controlled. The perfect decoy. When the snake slithered into the river and disappeared beneath the surface, the world assumed they died—body and all. The prison gaurds would never try to rescue them, why would they?
No one considered the truth: that Freya was alive, curled inside the belly of the beast, biding their time. But who could have never known the truth of his abilities.
Liam comes to his own conclusion, "And you took the bird to get here? Rocrow?"
They nodded as they jumped through the window running towards Liam with open arms.
Liam holds out his palm, his war-torn jittery hands causing Freya/Siegfreed to freeze in place knowing that if they go any further than Liam is comfortable, they will die.
Liam: "You reek of semen. You make me sick."
Freya, ashamed and heartbroken, has a hitch in their breath as they get emotional.
Freya: "I—I'm sorry. I can't help myself. It's just… when I think about you, I—"
Liam's gaze pierced them, cold and unrelenting.
A silent promise lingers in the air: "Say one more word…"
They stopped talking as they held their breath, looking down ashamed.
"I'm already small, but you always make me feel even smaller," Siegfreed mutters, their voice tinged with sadness.
Liam: "How did you get in here? As a matter of fact, how did you even find me already? We left two days ago."
Siegfreed: "Please don't be mad at me. You understand, right? Right, Liam? I had to make sure you were okay. I care about you, you know. Like a lot…"
4 hours pass as Liam and Siegfreed sit awkwardly on both sides of the room.
Liam finally speaks up "Listen, friend, if I made you cry- I didn't mean-"
Mr. N walked into the room, finally relaxed with his politics under control he seems to be in a happier mood, his hands in his pockets lazily.
"What does my favourite to be elite gaurd want now" he bragged.
"How are you settling in-"
"Who's that???" Mr. N acts shocked
As Mr. N scans he immediately understands, White, Argentenian, 5'3?
That's the world class criminal Parasite. A monster of mass pestilence?
Mr. N armed ready to kill-
The Dragon Has 3 heads,
---------Crash.
A vision curses its way into Mr. N's head.
The Dragon has three heads—
One crowned, one crimson red,
One lost in dreams instead.
Monarch, Murderer, Madman.
All born from the same flame.
Tell me, Mr.N...Are these not your names?