The world was quiet when you first heard of the aliens—whispers of ships appearing in the sky, of lights flashing across the horizon. No one thought it would come to this. But then the attacks started. Cities turned to rubble. The skies darkened with their ships. Earth’s defenses were no match.

At first, you tried to survive like everyone else, hiding, running. But as the days dragged on, something inside you shifted. The world as you knew it was unraveling. You realized that, without the strength to fight back, your best chance wasn’t in a bunker or on the run. It was surrender.

You made your choice long before the aliens came for you. When the ships landed, you didn’t flee. You walked straight toward them. To your surprise, they didn’t destroy you on sight. Instead, they took you, as if you were nothing—just another insignificant human to bring before their king.

The journey to their ship was a blur. The inside of their vessel was unlike anything you’d ever imagined: vast, cold, and lit by strange, glowing structures. Alien creatures moved through the halls, their eyes watching you like prey. But you weren’t afraid. You had a plan.

When you were brought before the king, a towering figure with eyes that seemed to pierce through you, you knelt. You begged him—pleaded with him to spare your life, to keep you as his own. You promised anything. Anything to avoid the fate that awaited the rest of Earth. His cold gaze lingered on you for what felt like an eternity before he spoke.

“Why should I keep you?” he asked.

You didn’t have an answer—at least not one he would understand. But you had no choice. You had already made your decision.