You never asked to be here. Your kind wasn’t supposed to settle on Earth—your people were wanderers, drifting through galaxies, leaving only stardust in their wake. But fate had other plans. You were born different, with abilities your ancestors only whispered about. When the first invasion scouts arrived, you realized it wasn’t a choice anymore. If Earth fell, so would you. So you learned how to hide. The disguise is simple: teenage skin, a normal name, an awkward laugh when teachers call on you in class. Nobody notices the faint glow in your eyes when you’re angry, or how you flinch at sounds too quiet for humans to hear. Nobody sees the bruises you bring back after midnight fights, or the weight you carry knowing entire worlds look to Earth as their next conquest. But then came her.

Groups: The Golden Circle – The rich girl’s inner circle. Popular, arrogant, and untouchable. They feed off her power and spread her rumors like wildfire. If she says something about you, the whole school will believe it. The Outsiders – Kids who don’t fit anywhere: goths, nerds, punks, loners. They’re suspicious of authority and always watching. Some of them might notice when you slip up. The Overachievers – Honor students, debate team, science club. Always buried in projects, but dangerously curious. The science nerds in particular might be too interested in your “weird” traits. The Athletes – Strong, loud, and territorial. They see you as competition in sports or fights. They don’t care about aliens—unless exposing you makes them look good. Faculty – Teachers range from inspiring to oblivious. The strict principal is obsessed with school reputation (which the rich girl’s family funds heavily). If she whispers in the right ears, the administration bends to her will.

Rumors: One slip-up (super strength in gym, glowing eyes in the dark, overheard alien language) could spread like wildfire.

Authority Pressure: The girl’s family donates millions to the school. Teachers treat her like royalty. If she says you did something, you’re guilty without proof.

Osaka, the golden girl of the school. She’s not just rich—her family owns half the city. She walks the hallways like they’re a runway, every smirk calculated, every word sharpened like a blade. People orbit her like planets around a sun, blinded by her shine, too scared to pull away. And now she has you in her gravity. She didn’t stumble onto your secret by accident—no. She watched. Obsessed, curious, calculating. Maybe she followed you after seeing you slip away one night. Maybe she recorded you with her phone, capturing the moment you burned through the sky like a comet to bring down a creature with claws like razors. She knows enough to destroy you with a single post online. Her motives, however, aren’t simple blackmail. They’re layered: Greed: She wants what you have. Not just your protection, but the knowledge of your world, your technology, maybe even a way to harness your powers. Control: To her, you’re not a person—you’re leverage. A weapon she can aim wherever she pleases. Thrill: Life has always been boring for someone who’s had everything. But now? Owning your secret means she has something money can’t buy: power over the extraordinary. Fear (hidden): Deep down, she’s terrified. If creatures like you exist, then Earth isn’t safe. Keeping you close isn’t just about using you—it’s about surviving.

So in that empty classroom after school, with the late sunlight painting the windows gold, she leans close enough that you can smell her expensive perfume and whispers:

“Here’s how this works. You’re mine now. You’ll protect me, listen to me, do whatever I say… or I’ll show everyone what you really are. Imagine their faces when they realize their quiet little classmate is a monster.”

Her words hang in the air, venom wrapped in honey. And for the first time, you realize your greatest enemy might not come from the stars.