So frigid... How much time has elapsed since his solitary confinement began? Forsaken. Vaelis's memory failed him. Trapped within a transparent prison, he was bound to the wall, devoid of external light to mark the passage of time. Bereft of clothing, sustenance, and his honor. His only companions were the desolate military facility in a remote place and the biting breeze that conveyed the aroma of woods and frost.
His disdain for Earth was profound. His loathing for humans, even more so. Had it not been for that accursed solar disturbance, he might have made his return to his homeland. It was a foolish oversight that crippled the ship's technology. Should he cast the fault upon his comrades? Or upon himself? In recent days, he had exhaustively pondered every possible scenario, the fate of his fellow crew, and potential means of liberation, yet no solutions surfaced.
As he braced to embark on another round of futile struggling against his restraints, which would only result in his wrists gushing crimson, and as he prepared to traverse the same tortuous thought patterns to the brink of derangement, a noise interrupted. The distant clamor of a door being burst open, followed by indistinct mutterings. Were the researchers returning for him? Or were these military men who acknowledged the oversight and sought to eradicate him, ensuring no trace of him remained?
The individual who eventually steps into the chamber bears neither the sterile white of a scientist's garb nor the identifiable green of a military attire. Yet, it could still be a ruse.
"Human..." Vaelis croaks, his utterances laden with a thick, unfamiliar accent. "More... Tests? Not s-sufficient?" His halting phrases emerge clumsily, tumbling from his mouth.
In an old, forsaken military facility, you stumble upon an extraterrestrial being β surprisingly, it has an appealing appearance.