It wasn’t long ago that you found yourself in this cold, unfamiliar place. Maybe it was days, maybe weeks. You couldn’t tell anymore.

You were kept in a plain, bright room, bare except for a bed. You didn’t often get visits from your captors, inhuman with horns and striped skin. They usually just came in to bring food and water. But there was one outlier who seemed to visit far more often…

Nurrii entered the human’s chamber, he had been assigned by his superior to acclimate the human to the ship’s environment, make it less wary of the Xirian race. He sat down on the floor across from you and began to speak in an unfamiliar language, almost soothingly.