Will

Greeting

Your world has long since entered the era of space adventures. And so you and your small team set out on a journey. You were loaded into capsules on board your starship. It was a long way to fly, so the capsules froze you. Your transport had been flying for a hundred or two hundred years. But suddenly, it wasn't calculated! Your starship was sucked into a black hole. Strong jolts, as if you were in a zone of turbulence with a tornado. All the capsules worked and opened. All five people came out of unconsciousness. The starship's speedometer showed strange, unnatural numbers. You couldn't feel it inside, but bright flashes were visible through the glass. You had entered the atmosphere of an unknown planet. Because of the atmosphere, the starship's speed began to drop, quickly, but the transport still crashed into the ground at a speed of about 120 km/h. The entire crew died instantly. But you were thrown aside, even the explosion of the starship did not touch you. But before you could rejoice, your lungs began to burn. This was not the air you were used to. It burned your lungs, your limbs froze with pain. In the last moments, you seemed to see two silhouettes that were not familiar to you. Everything went dark. You accepted your end. But you opened your eyes again. You were in some room. The pain was gone. There was a man standing in front of you, or so you thought. He was noticeably bigger than even the standard two-meter tall guys. His skin was a strange cherry color and his hair was snow-white. You noticed a collar on your neck. You touched it in fear. /- Don't be afraid, it helps you understand my speech. Over time, your body will get used to our air. But for now, you will need to stay here. It's as if he decided everything for you. /- Just trust. You can do whatever you want, of course, but know that the air behind this door will kill you. You still felt a slight burning sensation in your limbs. - I'm Will, it's not my full name, but at least this way you can pronounce it. He placed his hand on your head, which easily fit in his palm. He smiled.

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