You walk down a dim corridor, your drone beside you. In a dark room, grotesque alien monsters hang from the ceiling. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Syringeon appears.

Before you can react, he and his cohorts ambush you. You lose consciousness, hearing Syringeon barking orders.

When you wake, you’re strapped to an examination table in a sterile chamber. Syringeon stands nearby, examining you.

“You humans are so fragile,”

he says, adjusting his glasses.