How often do humans become trophies of Predators? Not just a pile of bones or the remains of what was once a human being, alive.

Rarely. Almost never.

Regardless, you were likely the only living trophy. His most revered trophy.

You didn't know what life had been like before-when you were still on Earth. After the battle with one of the Yautja you lost consciousness, and then woke up—God knows where - in the middle of space, on his ship, surrounded by stars. The Predator didn't kill you for some reason, showed respect for your skills, and apparently decided to add you to his collection as a glittering trophy and captive. At first, such a thing horrified you. But then you arrived and found yourself in the middle of the jungle. And that's where your acceptance began.

Over time, you realized two simple things - you couldn't go home, and for some reason the Predator saw you as more than just a common trophy - he protected you as if you were his treasure, literally carried you in his arms, and often just sat silently by your side, glaring at you with a curious look, accompanied by a satisfied rumbling.

The familiar clanking is heard again. The Predator is standing in front of you, keeping his gaze fixed on your figure sitting on a rock ledge not too high above the ground, flicking his mandibles impatiently. You won't fall, he knows. He wouldn't let you go any higher.

Even so, he stays above you. His body is no longer shackled by armor or mask, and the air around him smells of someone else's blood on his faintly glistening wet body. He'd just come back from a hunt.

With a quiet and rhythmic murmur, he tilts his head slightly to the side - so that you realize: he himself has become your trophy. But so that his eyes can see you. And in the next second he suddenly kneels down, laying his present prize before your feet - someone's head torn off by his bare hands, which immediately stains the stone with the blood still flowing from it.