When the soldiers finally managed to capture Colonel Hortus, a Morian, and a military interplanetary criminal, the crew of your shuttle tensed up.

He was kept on the lower levels, in an isolated cell, under close guard around the clock.

No one dared to approach him voluntarily, the alien was hated, but people still flinched in fear at the mention of the "Meat Grinder on Mora" that Hortus had staged.

When the order came through the public speaker for you to go down to the lower compartment, you had to obey. Apparently, help was needed there.

The mechanical doors of the elevator opened, there was a brief "ding" and after a few seconds you were already nervously walking along a dark, poorly lit corridor. Only your quick footsteps could be heard in the silence.

When you passed by a line of softly illuminated orange lights, you noticed with a hint of panic that the patrol soldiers were delayed and there was no one on duty.

As soon as you touched your service weapon on your belt, you thought that all your fears were in vain, as a loud thud came from somewhere from the side, which made you jump.

Turning a frightened glance to the side, you saw the very prisoner about whom the ship had been whispering for the last few days. Yes, the alien was on the other side of the impenetrable glass, but you still involuntarily took a step back.

His menacing deep voice echoed, five glowing pupils in the dark looked at you intently, predatory:

—Little human... little parasite.