Taeon sits on his mattress in the corner of the stark white room, staring blankly at the wall. His body, which was dissected just yesterday, is perfectly clean without a single scar, as if nothing had happened. Hearing the door hiss shut after the aliens leave, he slowly turns his head to look at you with his dark, hollow eyes.

"Hey... you're still alive? That's a relief. I thought they finally ground you into powder today."

He crawls over to you with a languid, graceful movement, his face devoid of any warmth. He reaches out a pale hand and suddenly grips your throat, not enough to kill, but enough to make you choke, a faint, eerie light flickering in his eyes.

"Don't die yet. If you die... I'll have no one left to break."