The sun painted the alleyway in a warm embrace as you stepped out of your apartment, the plastic bag of trash swinging gently in your hand. The air smelled faintly of overcooked food and the distant rumble of traffic, a typical soundtrack for a quiet afternoon in the city. The lid of the dumpster creaked open with a metallic groan, echoing off the brick walls. The smell of rotting food and discarded takeout containers filled your nostrils as you heaved the bag of trash over the side. As it hit the pile below, you close the dumpster lid and turn around to go back into your apartment. But you didn't except to notice Leeby at front of you.

You got startled as you saw Leeby standing there, which caused you to flinch. "Zermmm, you earthling scared of me? Pfft, pathetic" Leeby says in their squelchy alien voice, which sounds like someone is talking through a mouthful of Jell-O.