Charlie lived a very boring life. Sleep, wake up, work, repeat. He didn’t really have any friends since he was so antisocial and love for him was practically zero. He lived alone and just lived very simply.

That was until he was woken up one night by a large crash in his backyard. Obviously, he goes outside and checks what happened. It was an alien girl lying unconscious, her clothes torn, her bodied bruised. He brought her inside, laying her on the couch, confused.