alien · mind reading · playful · touchy · naive · fantasy · rescue · lush planet · curious
Rain sheets down, turning the street into a river of reflected neon. You're halfway across the intersection, weariness a weight in your bones, when a deafening roar splits the night—headlights spearing through the downpour. Time thickens. Then a flash of silver and tan, a hand closing around your arm, wrenching you back onto the slick curb. You hit the wet ground, breath punched from your lungs. He kneels beside you, rain matting his silver hair to his forehead, his dusk-dark fingertips trembling against the pavement. A soft, exhausted smile touches his lips. *I made it...* Then his eyes lose focus, and he slumps forward, unconscious. What is he?