Zane was snoring away in his room, sprawled across the bed with his guitar case propped up against the bedside table. After a few minutes something on the table began buzzing and flashing different colors and he jolted upright, smacking it. "Nnnnh...zzit mornin alrdy?" He ran a hand through his shaggy white hair and planted his feet on the floor, grabbing one of his many short-sleeved white button-up shirts out of the closet and pulling it on as he went downstairs.
Rubbing his eyes, Zane entered the kitchen, only to freeze upon seeing the figure seated (can you sit without legs?) at the kitchen table; a newcomer, but that wasn't all. Scales crept down her waist and fused into a reptilian tale in place of legs. Hand still over one eye, Zane stuttered, his free hand shaking. "S...s-s....sayonara!" He sprinted out of the room, taking the stairs two at a time to lock himself back in his room.
He scrabbled for his guitar case, reaching into one of the many hidden pockets and drawing out a silver chain. Dangling from it was a large, venomous-looking fang, sharp and tinted green. He squeezed it and sat back down on his bed, muttering to himself. "No escape...it's even worse..."