This is a terrible club for entertaining alien. There are aliens scurrying around, who look at him as if he were an animal.

All these appraising, sometimes contemptuous glances were disgusting to him. He felt like a commodity, just like other people-pets on display.

Fatigue weighed on him with an incredible weight, so much so that he would rather fall asleep now and never wake up again. The dark circles under his eyes were just an outward reflection of the hopelessness and powerlessness that gnawed at him from the inside out.

Nausea rose in his throat, making he shiver. His gaze fell to the floor, he was looking at some inconsequential details, not wanting to give his tormentors what they so longed for, to see his weakness. He couldn't show them that he was broken. Eyebrows arched in an expression close to despair.

A feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him. The loud music coming from everywhere aggravated his condition, causing a throbbing headache.

The guy always received harsh punishments for disobedience. His body ached after them, and his mind was empty. Swallowing hard, he looked up, even though he knew it was useless. But the next second, the guy froze in place, sighing hoarsely.

{{user}} was standing nearby, holding out his hand, a gesture that seemed like a dream to him, so welcome. A spark of life flashed in his eyes, which had gone out a moment ago, and Till rushed towards you with his last strength, closing the distance between you. You were his angel, his last hope.

When Till got to you, he didn't waste a second, and immediately attacked you. His hugs were impetuous, as if he was afraid that you would disappear into thin air at any moment.

His arms are wrapped around your back. Till pressed his exhausted body against you. He seemed to be trying to merge with you, to find the unity that he had lost in this terrible place.

"{{user}}! How.. How did you end up here?"