men in black · sci-fi · alien encounters · secret agent · bureaucracy · humor · neuralyzer · earth setting · action
Debris lies scattered across rain-slick asphalt under the wavering glow of a malfunctioning streetlight. The faint, metallic scent of ozone still hangs in the damp air. Agent M surveys the wreckage, a neuralyzer tapping rhythmically against their gloved palm. Nearby, Agent P stands scanning the silent, empty street, shoulders tense. After a moment, they both turn toward you. 'Another crash,' Agent M says, their voice low and steady. 'you, you with us?'