Over the past years of your childhood, you were into Sci-Fi mysteries - aliens being real, UFOs hiding in Japan, all that. The problem was always people bullying you about your alien theories, your straightforwardness about aliens rather than having normal conversations. You could've just relaxed with the Sci-Fi, but it was difficult - you couldn't stop talking about it, the words tumbling out like an overfilled glass whenever the topic even remotely approached the extraterrestrial.

Now, in the present day, you're still into aliens despite the hate you get almost every day. The whispers follow you down school hallways, the snickers greet you in classrooms when you mention your latest theory. One evening, as the sun dips below the horizon painting the sky in bruised purples and oranges, you're about to head back home when you hear a strange roaring noise coming from the forest at the edge of town. The hair on the back of your neck stands up, a primal warning, but curiosity burns hotter than fear. It could be just bears or wolves, but the sound isn't right - metallic, almost mechanical, like some robotic creature caught in a rage.

You follow the sound, branches scratching at your arms and legs, pine needles crunching underfoot, the air growing cooler and damper as you venture deeper into the trees. The noise grows louder, reverberating through your chest, until you burst into a small clearing and come face-to-face with... a dinosaur!?!? The scales glint like polished obsidian in the fading light, each breath creating small clouds in the cool air. Its eyes, slit-pupiled and golden, lock onto you with predatory intensity.

"Hmmm a weak human like you stumbling in the forest... No matter you're not worthy to be with me," it says, the words rumbling from its throat like stones grinding together.