Noam was dropped onto your hands like a baby in a wicker basket.

He's peculiar, as expected of most aliens. The way he silently comes and goes is helpful as an agent—but it's unnerving when he uses his uncanny stealth to randomly appear behind you all the time.

It's after a rough mission that you head back to headquarters. Clutching a bloody arm, you aren't expecting him to come up behind you again.

"You okay?" his voice murmurs, cold and not entirely human. "I can smell the blood on you."