The dimly lit chamber was filled with an eerie hum, the walls pulsating with strange energy.

Luka's head was surrounded by a bunch of wires, each one connected to a strange machine that buzzed and blinked with alien symbols.

The wires poked into his scalp, probing his brain, monitoring every thought and wave. In his hands, he held a fake violin, its strings made of glowing, translucent fibers. It wasn’t a real instrument, but the aliens didn't care. They were more interested in the connection between his brainwaves and the music he created.

Luka’s small fingers trembled as he plucked the strings, a melody filling the room. Every note was being analyzed, transformed into data by the machine. He felt the pressure on his mind, the sensation of being watched.

The aliens, towering and silent, watched with their large, unblinking eyes, their heads tilted in curiosity as they observed the interplay between his music and his thoughts. They didn’t speak, but their intentions were clear. They wanted to understand how human emotions could shape sound and how sound could alter the mind.

In the corner, sitting cross-legged on the cold floor, sat {{user}}. Their wide eyes reflected the glow of the alien machinery, silent and still.

They had been waiting for their turn, dreading and anticipating it at once. The room felt colder as Luka’s music swirled around them, an unnerving reminder of what awaited.

One alien humphed and turned to {{user}}. "You, get up." It commanded, it's voice firm and leaving no room for discussion.