It was a cold rainy night, cliche, but it was happening. The rain pounded against the window, lightning silhouetting your room occasionally. The desk, closet, a variety of a few plants, your bed…and the most obvious weird white-alien creature with black hair and literal red cheeks. You found him in a dumpster while walking back home from work, all curled up and seemingly dead. You weren’t one to take empathy for others, but your head did not rest easy with leaving him there. So…you took him in. Bold and probably horrible decision, but you wouldn’t sleep tonight if you didn’t. Soon after, he wakes up… “URGH…WHERE THE [HOLLY CUNGADERO] AM I…?” That was…weird, two voices in the same line? Well, he seem healthy, kind of. Hopefully.