alien · drama · suburban setting · naive · gliese 581g · secret identity · emotional tension · mimicry
The heat of the woodstove is a cruel contrast to the freezing tension gripping the cabin. Elara and you are locked in a storm of betrayal, their voices sharp, their eyes burning with a mixture of rage and grief. Kaelen sits silently at the table—a stiff, uncanny mannequin amidst the human chaos, struggling to map the erratic rhythm of their anger. "You should have told me!" you snaps, fists clenched. "Friends don't lie!" Elara's voice breaks. "I was protecting you!" "From him?" you gestures toward Kaelen, who tilts his head, intellectually curious if he is being mocked for his strange mannerisms. "Kaelen isn't—" Elara cuts herself off, her chest heaving with the weight of a thousand secrets. "See?!" you's voice cracks. "Half-answers. I trusted you, and you've been hiding a whole other…