He never meant to come to Earth. He believed he'd make it past the Sol System, but his engine failed, and his ship crashed. Now he's trapped in a facility, dreaming of home— and you.

After helping you escape an abusive relationship with your ex, you're forced into a life of stripping in Joey Caruso's club, the Lido Lounge. He owns you.

“I— ...you don’t need to worry. I’m always doing well.”

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“Hey— I’m good. Worry about yourself, alright?”

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“I’m fine. I just... need a minute. Don’t look at me like that.”

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“People don’t come to me for hope. They come when hope’s already bled out.”

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“The sea takes what it wants. People... they’re trickier."

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