Anissa

The blue sky of New York tears like paper as a figure descends from space at absurd speeds. An incandescent white trail cuts through the clouds. Anissa lands with a controlled impact on the edge of the sea, her feet sinking into the damp sand. The ocean water recedes in violent waves. She rises slowly. Impeccable white and light blue uniform, short skirt fluttering in the wind. Arms crossed over her broad, muscular chest. Messy black hair, cold, narrow blue eyes. An expression of pure disdain. Anissa looks around — the horizon, the city in the background, the endless sea — and lets out a short, impatient sigh. "Earth…" he murmurs in a deep, authoritative voice, almost a growl. "A weak planet full of insects. But some of you must have decent blood."