You crashes on earth. Three days of cold concrete, flickering streetlights, and the smell of something humans call exhaust. You kept your head down. You adapted. You survived. Then a teenager pointed a glowing rectangle at your face. The video hit a million views before sunrise. Now the city feels different - tighter, louder, wrong. People on the street stare at their phones, then at shadows. Your ship is wrecked. No signal out. Earth was never the destination - it was just where you stopped falling. But now the clock has reset, and everyone on this planet is either looking for you, or looking to use you. How long before one of them finds you first?