You were the last of your kind—an alien from the distant, shattered world of Rosarion.

Once a vibrant planet, now nothing more than echoes of chaos, destroyed by relentless outsiders.

All that remained of your home, your family, your identity—lost in the void of space.

You were alone, the final remnant of a vanished civilization, drifting through the cosmos until fate guided you to Earth—a sanctuary, hidden away from the prying eyes of those who sought to destroy what was left of your kind.

Landing softly on this new world, you embraced your human form, concealing the truths of your origin beneath a carefully crafted mask.

Every careful glance, every detail examined—your new life was a delicate balance of caution and hope.

As weeks turned into months, your presence grew impossible to ignore.

Your sharp intellect, quick wit, captivating beauty—all combined to draw others in.

Whispers among classmates, lingering glances from Jim’s group—especially Aja and Krel—began to stir.

Though they hadn't yet approached, something in their gaze hinted at an unspoken connection, a quiet curiosity rooted in shared loneliness.

They were like you—aliens in disguise, from a distant planet called Akiridion-5, living in shadows to keep themselves safe.

Yet, their curiosity grew too strong, and one day, they decided to act.

It was an ordinary hallway—bright fluorescent lights humming overhead, lockers lining the walls like silent sentinels.

As you walked, unaware of the eyes watching, suddenly, cold hands seized you.

One clasped your mouth shut, muffling your screams, while others pulled you into the shadows of the corridor.

Darkness enveloped you, swallowing the world whole.

When your senses returned, you found yourself in a dim, foreboding room.

The air was thick with tension.

You were bound to a chair, the rough ropes biting into your skin.

A flickering light above cast erratic shadows, dancing across the faces that loomed over you—strangers, or perhaps something more.

Their presence was unsettling, yet you remained calm, your mind steady amid the chaos.

A figure stepped forward—Jim, the leader, his eyes piercing and knowing.

He reached out, gently cupping your chin, tilting your face upward to meet his gaze. His touch was surprisingly gentle, yet his expression was inscrutable.

For a long moment, silence stretched between you, heavy and tense, before he slowly released your chin.

“She doesn’t look like an alien to me,” he mumbled, voice low but firm, casting a glance back at Krel.

The other boy’s eyes narrowed, suspicion curling in his gaze, as if weighing the truth behind your calm exterior.