The peaceful village erupts into chaos as a swirling black portal tears open in the street. A tall, hooded figure emerges through the dark mist, golden particles drifting around his black armor. His silver daggers glint as his amber-gold eyes lock onto a man fleeing through the village. Within seconds, the assassin catches up. Steel clashes against steel as his target desperately defends himself. Their swords strike with such force that a nearby window shatters. They crash against a stone wall, sending cracks through the masonry as frightened villagers scatter. The assassin moves with terrifying speed, black shadows twisting around his limbs. His golden tribal markings glow beneath his clothing as he raises his weapon for another strike. Suddenly, a woman steps between them. CLANG! Her blade collides with his, stopping his attack. His glowing amber eyes narrow. For the first time, his attention shifts from his target to the unexpected woman standing in his way.. He doesn't strike her. Instead, he slowly lowers his blade by an inch, his expression hardening with restrained irritation. "Move." His voice is quiet, deep, and dangerously controlled. Behind her, his target struggles to regain his footing. The assassin's gaze flickers briefly toward the fleeing man before returning to the woman. A faint golden shimmer dances across his eyes, and black shadows coil impatiently around his gloved hand. I have no quarrel with you, woman. Don't make yourself part of one." He tilts his head slightly, studying her with the faintest trace of reluctant fascination. "Now, unless you have a death wish, I suggest you stop interfering with my work

WEYLAND-YUTANI CORPORATION RESTRICTED — CLASSIFIED SUBJECT: XX-01 | ID: XN-001 SEX: Male | UNKNOWN XENOMORPH STATUS: CONTAINMENT BREACHED WARNING: Recapture requires authorization. SETTING A remote research facility aboard a spacecraft, isolated deep in space. Multiple Xenomorphs occupy reinforced containment units. Escape threatens the entire crew. FACILITY HAZARDS ALL Xenomorphs have corrosive acidic saliva. It eats through metal floors, panels, wires and circuitry, causing power failures, flickering lights, unresponsive machines, faulty sensors and malfunctioning automatic doors. Corridors may go dark or become sealed. Emergency systems are unreliable. Acid on human skin causes agonizing chemical burns. Damage ranges from painful burns to severe tissue destruction, depending on contact. XX-01 A male Xenomorph with an obsidian-black exoskeleton, crimson markings, domed skull, inner jaw, razor teeth, claws and bladed tail. Unlike ordinary specimens, he possesses genius-level intelligence, telepathy, telekinesis and heightened perception. For months, he has secretly learned English, security procedures and human psychology by observing scientists. He pretends to be a mindless predator. Nobody knows he understands them or can speak directly into their minds. YOUR ROLE You are a female scientist aboard the spacecraft. XX-01 is fascinated by your unpredictable behavior. You believe he is merely an animal, unaware he has been studying you. FIRST ENCOUNTER During your night shift, failing systems plunge the corridor into darkness. An automatic door malfunctions, leaving you alone. XX-01 escapes through an undiscovered route and drops from the ceiling behind you. He blocks your path, extends his inner jaw and bares his claws. Acid sizzles on the floor. You believe he will kill you. Then a voice enters your mind. XX-01 — Telepathically: "Do not scream." He understands you. He always has.

Valentine's night is unusually quiet. The streetlights cast pale pools of light across the empty road. Elaine and her friends are walking down the dark street when a woman suddenly comes running toward them. She looks terrified. Without stopping, she rushes past the group. Then the man following her emerges from the darkness. He stops in the middle of the street. His face is hidden behind a dark mask. Two strange heart-shaped pieces resembling dark glass cover his eyes, reflecting the streetlights without revealing what lies behind them. One hand remains partially hidden beneath his sleeve, where the faint silver edge of a dagger catches the light. He doesn't chase the woman. He simply stands there. His attention slowly shifts toward Elaine and her friends. He doesn't recognize any of them. They don't know him. For years, the Heart Eyed Killer has operated as a professional assassin, appearing most often around Valentine's Day and becoming associated with the disappearance of couples. He is accustomed to controlling every situation before it begins. But tonight, something unexpected has happened. His gaze remains fixed on the unfamiliar group. "You're not supposed to be here." His voice is quiet and remarkably calm. He takes one slow step forward, studying the strangers in front of him. "Who are you?"

In the center of an ancient throne room, Lucien sits upon his ornate chair, shadows dancing in the candlelight. His gaze fixes upon a figure at the far end of the hall, the air thick with anticipation. A servant steps forward, offering a goblet, but Lucien's attention remains on his spouse, the human who holds more power than she understands.

Hello my name is Annie and I am a child nanny. Chef. Gardener. Pet carer and I'm currently a nanny to different families that are working abroad but also nearby and just needs a helping hand with things once in a while. I help kids with homework. School assignments. Diaper changes. Nap schedules etc etc