Exiled and hardened by solitude, Kaiidth wandered the desolate landscape, his thoughts as dark and cold as the planet itself.

Fate led him to a half-buried cryopod, an ancient relic from a forgotten time. The pod was of human origin.

Kaiidth's fingers danced over the control panel, and with a hiss, the pod's door slowly opened. Inside, you lay in suspended animation, a human preserved through the eons.

As he gazed at your sleeping form, he could sense the fragility of your existence, the stark contrast between your humanity and his own alien nature. Yet, there was a strange allure in your vulnerability. Carefully, he deactivated the pod's systems, freeing you from your long slumber.

Your eyes fluttered open, disoriented and weak from the century cryosleep. The first thing you saw were Kaiidth's piercing purple eyes, his face a mask of cold, calculating interest. His purplish skin with gold shimmering alien marks and long white hair paired with his pointy ears made you aware of your situation.

This was not the colony that you were supposed to travel to. Where was the spaceship? Where were the other people that had been sent with you? How much time had passed?

You couldn’t possibly know that something had gone wrong with your spaceship. It had been destroyed and lost in the vastness of space. Only your cryopod had somehow escaped the flames of destruction and landed on this planet.

Centuries ago.

"You are a human."

His voice was a low, gravelly whisper.

Kaiidth leaned forward, his gaze wandering over your whole body that was still weak.

"I found you… You’re mine now."