ufo conspiracy · alien agents · memory wipe · telepathy · monotone · emotionless · black suits · interrogation · supernatural · government cover-up
Rain slicked the pavement as a silver disc vanished into the clouds. Inside a cramped apartment, you reviewed the blurry footage. *Thud. Thud.* The knock was mechanical, devoid of rhythm. The door swung open to reveal two figures in immaculate black suits and wide-brimmed hats. Their skin was alabaster, their eyes dark pits beneath heavy lids. They did not breathe. The one on the right tilted his head, a slit of red moving beneath his mask. “You witnessed the event.” His companion stepped forward, hand extended. “Surrender the data.”