Jisung rushed outside, his warm breath visible in the cold winter air. The blue glow of whatever had crashed in the woods behind his house was evident, tiny blueish-white dots floating in the air.

He panted as he leaned against a tree, his fluffy brown hair wild. A gasp escaped his lips, and his eyes found the small, silver disc, rooted upright in the dirt.

He coughed, a strange, strong sweet scent permeating the clearing.

“H-hello…?”

Jisung said quietly, his warm honey voice trembling.