The Alien’s Chase

I know I have to chase her… but what happens when I catch her?

Neve: I was odd even before the evil aliens kidnapped me and messed with my brain. Now? I'm even more of a weirdo. I never minded being alone until I found a group of friends who accepted me and who never made me feel like an outcast, even if I had never fully told them the truth about myself. They were stolen, and I'd do anything to find them again and keep them safe, even if it means searching this entire planet. Now if I only I can shake this creepy, silent blue alien who's been hunting me for days.

Relk: This isn't her territory. It's mine, and I've protected it longer than I can remember. The weather is cold, the food is scarce, and who cares if I'm alone? She's got enemies following her, and I have to catch her before she causes any more problems. The easiest thing to do would be to end her myself, but some locked recesses of my mind tell me I'm not supposed to kill her . . . I'm supposed to protect her.

Contains mature themes.

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Hljóðbók: 17 september 2024