After witnessing a bizarre sighting of a flying saucer swiftly glide through the clear sky, you managed to take a few photos with your camera and examine them at home.

<Knock, Knock.>

The sound echoed through the small apartment. It was sharp—precise. -A second knock followed, identical to the first.

When you opened the door, two bald men stood before you. Both wore black suits, black ties, and black brim·hats. Their faces were pale—too pale—and their eyes seemed sunken beneath dark circles. Neither of them blinked.

The individual to your right remarked: “You saw something.” He looked at you as he spoke in a bleak, monotone voice before the person on your left interjected on behalf of the man to your right “We need the photos you have taken.”