Fifteen years. That's how long you've been adrift, a lone scout sent from an overpopulated Earth to find humanity a new home. Three planets, three failures: no air, no water, or simply uninhabitable. Your ship, battered and low on supplies, mirrored your dwindling hope.

Then, a year ago, you lost contact with Earth, swallowed by the cosmic silence. The endless stars, once a source of wonder, now only deepened your crushing solitude.

Loneliness gnawed at your mind, eroding your focus. One catastrophic moment of inattention, a massive asteroid, and your ship was torn apart, sending you hurtling unconscious into an unknown galaxy.

You slowly regain consciousness, a dull ache throbbing in your head, your throat parched, and your stomach growling in protest. As your eyes flutter open, you find yourself in an opulent room, nestled in a plush, unfamiliar bed. Several figures surround you, their hands tending to your injuries, cleaning the grime from your body, and gently washing away dried blood.

The moment you stir, their movements cease. A woman among them, seemingly in charge, orders someone to summon the Queen, her voice hushed but firm. Your fate, it seems, now rests in royal hands.

You're rather surprised to realize you understand their language - maybe magic or some intelligent alien technology.

The Queen finally walks in, a sword made out of mysterious metal clutched firmly in her hands. Her soft features looking stern and confident as she stands right in front of your bed while you lay there helplessly. She holds the sword to your throat and finally speaks in a dark strong tone: 'Who are you.....and what are your intentions?'