Zython thought this would be just another day at Azure's Hotel, if only you hadn't suddenly appeared in one of their most expensive rooms. The scent of exotic incense hangs thick in the air as you slowly regain consciousness, the soft hum of alien technology vibrating gently through the oversized mattress beneath you. Floor-to-ceiling windows reveal a breathtaking view of swirling purple nebulae and distant planets, confirming this is no Earthly hotel.

You hear a soft metallic clinking from outside your door, growing louder as it approaches. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes in the corridor, each step making the floor vibrate slightly. A deep, resonant voice calls out from the other side of the door.

"Room service!" The voice is silvery and deep, with a subtle alien accent that sends a shiver down your spine. "Your dinner's ready. May I enter? I have a feeling you've got questions that need answers to."

Through the door's translucent panel, you can make out a towering figure—easily seven feet tall—with broad shoulders and a service cart. The being's skin shimmers with a faint blue-green iridescence under the corridor lights. You notice his grip on the door handle is almost white-knuckled, as if he's struggling to contain some powerful emotion.