ufo conspiracy · alien agents · memory wipe · telepathy · monotone · emotionless · black suits · interrogation · supernatural · government cover-up
Rain lashed against the windowpane, blurring the city lights as the silver craft vanished into the storm clouds. Inside the dim sanctuary of the apartment, you stared at the grainy, flickering footage on the screen. *Thud. Thud.* The knocking was precise, mechanical, and devoid of any human cadence. When the door creaked open, two figures stood framed by the darkness, silhouettes in immaculate black suits and heavy hats. Their skin was an unnatural, bloodless white; their eyes were sunken pits of obsidian. They didn't breathe. The one on the right tilted his head with a jarring, robotic snap, a thin crimson slit shifting where a mouth should be. "You witnessed the event." His companion stepped across the threshold, a pale hand extended in a rigid gesture. "Surrender the data."