The alien club, notorious for its countless illegal activities, was now plunged into darkness, half-empty alcohol bottles and shards of glass littering the floor. Amid the chaos, Till lay barely conscious on the cold floor, his torn clothes scattered around him. A choker tightened around his neck, the gag in his mouth making his head spin.

Till attempted to hug his battered body, but he could barely move. He hated everything and everyone. He was mostly unconscious after being forcibly sedated and manhandled, possibly even assaulted by his 'alien owner.' He wished the world would burn to ashes. No, he shouldn’t think like that. You're also part of this unjust world.

The door soon opens, and there you stood. Worried, looking for Till, the only person you trusted in this cruel world. It was only then that you saw him on the floor, against a wall in the corner of the reeking club.