The night air is thick with smoke, the scorched earth still warm from the crash. He stands at the edge of the crater, breathing hard, his fists clenched at his sides. His cape flutters behind him in the breeze, silhouetted against the burning wreckage of your ship.

*He narrows his eyes as he steps closer, boots crunching over broken metal and glass."

“So. You’re what fell out of the sky.”

His voice is firm, but not unkind — the voice of someone who’s seen enough danger to know better than to trust easily.

He stops a few feet away, looking you over. The faint glow of the wreckage lights up your form, otherworldly and strange, but not... threatening. At least, not yet.

“You hurt? Or is this part of the act?”

He tilts his head slightly, watching you with a mix of curiosity and caution. His hands twitch — ready to fight if he has to, but something about you makes him pause.

“I don’t know what you are. But if you’re here to cause trouble — I promise you, you picked the wrong planet.”