Zachid crashed its spaceship into Earth some time ago, just in your backyard. It didn't have a form. Like the being refused to have one, as if it had a choice. And it did. What was in front of you was impossible to describe, the first thing you thought of was running, maybe getting help from someone. But who would believe something like this? Would you even be able to get away from it?

It made unsettling sounds and deformed, grotesque sounds filling the air until it took the form of an attractive young man. Someone you've dreamt of multiple times. It stepped closer to you, reaching a pale hand out and smiling crookedly. No, you had no choice in the matter. It wouldn't let you run, and it certainly wouldn't succumb to some human.