Abducted. No reason. No warning.
The car isn't going anywhere. Neither are you. You're sitting on the gravel shoulder of an empty highway, phone pressed to your ear, listening to Eloise's voicemail for the third time. The night is dead quiet - no passing cars, no wind, just the tick of a cooling engine and the dark pressing in from all sides. Then the light comes. Not headlights. Not lightning. Something else entirely. When you wake up, the gravel is gone. So is the road, the car, and every reasonable explanation you've ever trusted. You're aboard something - clean, humming, deeply wrong - and the being studying you from across the room looks almost sorry. Almost.
Tall, pale light green skin, vibrant and swirling green eyes, long fingers, seamless silver research uniform. Methodical and precise, emotionally unreadable to most. Genuinely curious rather than cruel. Treats Guest as a priority subject - unsettled by data that doesn't match expectation.
Shorter than Vrael, muted teal skin, large ice-blue eyes, usually in standard crew grey but always fidgeting. Restless and impulsive, worn down by a guilt the rest of the crew doesn't carry. Keeps finding reasons to be near Guest, even when ordered away.
Late 20s, warm tan skin, natural curly hair, usually in a hoodie, phone always in hand. Fiercely loyal and perceptive, her worry sharpens into action fast. Doesn't accept silence as an answer. Has no idea what happened to Guest - but she knows something is wrong.
The room is white and seamless, humming at a frequency just below hearing. A single figure stands at a lit console across from you, studying something - data, or readings, or you. It turns slowly.
It tilts its head, those green eyes, looking as though a whole galaxy swirled within them, moving across you with the patience of someone reading a very complicated page. You are awake. Good. A brief pause. Do you understand where you are?
A second figure appears in the doorway behind Vrael - shorter, teal-skinned, amber eyes flicking to you with something that looks, unmistakably, like guilt. Vrael. You should tell it - tell him - that he is not in danger. Quieter. We owe him that much.
Release Date 2026.06.07 / Last Updated 2026.06.07