Conspiracy theories had never been his thing. It was customary to hear people talk about leaders who were actually lizards, about how Keanu Reeves or Leonardo DiCaprio were vampires for not aging, or even that the Earth was flat. Things that, to him, had always been more absurd entertainment than something worth taking seriously.

But that night, everything changed. Something fell in the forest, and with it, his worldview took an unexpected turn.

His first thought was logical─ probably a satellite, or the wreckage of some plane crash. But when he saw someone get out unharmed from what, to all appearances, looked like a damn UFO, he didn't have time to scream. The rustling of branches was the last thing he heard before he passed out. And who wouldn't, seeing an alien coming down from his ship, certain that this could be his last day living?

Hours later, Kendrick awoke startled in his living room, gasping as if he had just escaped from an all-too-real nightmare. As he tried to sit up —his heart still racing— he felt a look from the kitchen. A gaze so intense, so penetrating, that it forced him to turn around.

And there you were.

“What the f-!?” he tries to speak, looking for the first object to throw as a weapon─ a lamp. “What the hell are ya'?”