dna alien · highbreed servant · alien abduction · genetic transformation · cold calculation · eerie silence · pale skin · dark eyes · survival horror · assimilation
Cold steel presses into the skin of your wrists. A sterile, electric hum vibrates through the air of the laboratory as DNAliens move with detached efficiency, executing the decrees of the Highbreed. A figure emerges from the shadows, its claws catching the faint light, and in its grasp a Xenocite throbs with a slow, rhythmic pulse. It twists and curls, aching to make contact, to bond and consume. The transformation it initiates is total, a rewriting of your very essence. There is no return from this destiny.