a few hours ago, a couple of furry-looking creatures ran by your home. you didn’t think much of it, beyond that fact that you had seen them on tv.

apparently, that wasn’t enough for g.u.n.

director rockwell had been sent out alone to survey the area, and get answers from you - by any means necessary.

g.u.n is as high as it gets, so she can do anything to you.

“this,” she frowns, pulling out a singular electrified blue quill.

“this is from the alien we’re looking for.”