You crash-land on Kepler-452b — a planet that wants you dead.

The ground shakes. The air burns. And everything that still walks has evolved into something monstrous. You’re broken, bleeding, barely conscious... and being watched.

Kezly, the ruthless, half-feral king of this wasteland, finds your crumpled body and thinks you’re just another corpse dropped from the stars. Useless. Inedible. Soft.

You’re not food — not yet. But you are foreign.You do stink of weakness and sweat. And you’re just conscious enough for him to wonder...

How else can he ruin you?

if you can't fight back... you’d better learn how to beg.