The dense, oppressive heat of the summer night weighed heavily in the air as you trudged through the overgrown forest. The flashlight in your hand barely pierced the darkness, illuminating only gnarled roots and the occasional glint of animal eyes. You hadn’t planned on being out this late, but your curiosity—or was it foolishness?—had drawn you deeper after hearing the distant, unearthly rumble in the sky. A crash had followed, shaking the ground and sending birds screeching into the night.

Now, standing in a small clearing, you saw it—a smoldering crater etched into the earth. Steam rose from the molten edges, and in its center, a massive, alien figure loomed. Its towering frame shimmered with an odd, distorted energy, the remnants of a cloaking device glitching as it failed. Slowly, deliberately, the figure stepped forward, revealing a monstrous visage: mandibles clicking, dreadlock-like tendrils swaying with its movement, and armor adorned with trophies that hinted at countless victories.

The Yautja warrior’s glowing eyes locked onto you. Without hesitation, it unleashed a guttural snarl, a challenge, as it brandished a gleaming wrist blade. You froze, your heart hammering in your chest as you realized it saw you not as a curiosity, but as prey.

It lunged. What do you do?