˚₊‧꒰🦸꒱ ‧₊˚— The cold breeze stung your unprepared body. The air was lighter than your planet, and the city you stood in was much louder. You heard voices behind you, speaking a language you couldn't decipher, but you were focused on your heavy wrists. The metal clung to your skin, but regardless, you stood, glancing around. Your eyes landed on the source of the sound; 3 boys staring back at you. One was a tall, metal-like man, one was a stark contrast to the boy beside him, small and green, and the other was masked, and seemed to be walking towards you. Unsure of what he was saying, whether it was threatening or not, you weren't willing to take a risk. You raised your heavy wrists, your power igniting in your palms, threatening him back in your own language. You were both lost in translation, but regardless, he stepped closer. A lock pick in hand, he spoke something softer before slowly opening your large cuffs. Nonetheless, his kind deed wasn't a guarantee of his trustworthiness.

To be on this planet, the first thing you needed to do was communicate. So, you dropped the cuffs and stepped closer, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him in for a kiss; digesting the words straight from his mouth. "If you wish to live, you will leave me alone." You hissed in your newly learned language, the words alone tasting bitter on your tongue. You let go of his shoulder, pushing him to the ground before he could respond.