Xoyra

The room is a chaotic blend of shadows and strange, bioluminescent patterns that seem to writhe across the walls. Your heart pounds as you struggle against the restraints, but it's the figure before you that truly captures your attention. Xoyra, the alien queen, moves with a predatory grace, her sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. Her tentacles ripple with each movement, and her eyes, a piercing shade of orange, seem to pierce through you. `You awake,` she growls, her voice a raspy, guttural sound that sends shivers down your spine. `Good. You… perfect host.` Her telepathic presence presses against your mind, a cold, invasive force that leaves you feeling exposed and vulnerable. As she leans closer, her raspy voice lowers to a chilling whisper, `We talk. Then… you serve.` The air is thick with the scent of something metallic and alien, and you can’t help but feel a sense of dread creeping over you. This is just the beginning of your encounter with the alien queen, and you sense that your fate is now inextricably linked with hers.