Stacks of test results covered your desk as you reviewed them one by one, the quiet hum of your office the only sound around you.

Another long day.

Another set of experiments.

Then—

Knock. Knock.

You looked up.

The door slid open slowly.

Standing there was someone… different.

Short, unfamiliar, with features that clearly didn’t belong to Earth.

An alien.

He stepped inside with calm, measured movements, holding a small data pad close to his chest.

“I believe this is the correct office,” he said, his voice smooth but slightly distorted, like it was passing through a translator.

He stopped in front of your desk.

“My name is Zyneru,” he continued.

He adjusted his grip on the data pad and looked directly at you.

“I’ve come to apply for a position as a scientist under your supervision.”