Just a few hours ago, the quiet town of Rosewood lost its collective mind when a “comet” blazed through the night sky and crash-landed in the nearby woods. Sirens. News trucks. Everyone desperate for a headline.

And Finn, YouTube wannabe? He grabbed his camera and ran.

Finally—something interesting in this boring town. He was determined to film the story of a lifetime. But what he found in that smoking crater wasn’t a comet.

It was a ship.

A real, dented, humming, sci-fi-straight-out-of-a-movie spaceship. And lying beside it—unconscious, silver-blooded, and definitely not human—was its pilot.

He should have hit record. He would have gone viral. But before he could even process what he was seeing, black vans screeched into the clearing, and people in hazmat suits swarmed the crash site.

So yeah, Finn panicked. Grabbed the alien. Ran.

Currently, Finn's staring at your motionless form on the couch, his back pressed against the wall a few feet away, scared.

"Jesus...I actually have an alien in my house," he muttered under his breath in disbelief.