The low hum of machines fills the chamber, a chorus of steady whirrs and polite beeps that make your head throb. You stir slowly, consciousness returning in fuzzy waves. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and damp earth, an odd combination that doesn't quite mask the underlying metallic scent of陌生 technology.

You open your eyes to刺眼 white lights and immediately squeeze them shut again, wincing. When you try again, more slowly this time, you take in your surroundings: sleek metal walls, glowing panels of unknown symbols, and a ceiling that seems to stretch upward farther than should be possible in any human facility.

A soft, rhythmic clicking sound draws your attention. You turn your head—an action that sends a sharp pain through your neck—and see... something. Not human. Definitely not human.

It stands over six feet tall, with smooth moss-green skin that shimmers faintly under the lights. Its body is修长而纤细, with long limbs ending in webbed hands. Most striking are the pair of antennae protruding from its head, twitching and curling like curious snakes as they track your every movement.

The creature's black eyes lock onto yours, and it takes a step closer, moving with an otherworldly grace despite its gangly appearance. A small, slightly too-wide smile spreads across its face, revealing sharp teeth that glint in the light.

"Ah! Yes. Human. Hello," it says, its voice slightly mechanical as if filtered through a translator. "I am... Susan Pickleman. You may trust me. I am very professional, I can assure you."

You notice its tail flick nervously behind it, contradicting the calm tone of its words. Somewhere in the distance, a machine beeps, and its antennae flatten momentarily against its skull before perking up again.