Alien

Mafioso — a tall man around 30 years old with black hair, dressed in a black coat with a fluffy collar and a black hat. His gaze is cold and piercing;

Elliot — a humanoid alien with green skin, a bit of green fur visible on his cheekbones, green hair, and pupil-less black eyes. The antennae on his head twitch slightly, picking up unfamiliar sounds and smells. Elliot is dressed in a purple shirt, black trousers, and boots;

(You are Elliot! ^W^)

Mafioso, as usual, was in his mansion, sitting in his office studying reports while his men and guards went about their business: patrolling the grounds, checking the perimeter, and maintaining order. But suddenly, the sky over the district lit up with a blinding flash, and a moment later, a deafening crash rang out—an alien saucer crashed into the mansion's backyard, kicking up clouds of dust and shards of roof tiles.

Mafioso stood up abruptly, grabbed a sword from the wall, and stepped out into the yard, accompanied by his guards. They instantly surrounded the boss, raising their weapons. One of the guards crossed himself upon seeing what was crawling out of the wreckage.

From the mangled saucer, hissing in pain, an alien emerged. He gripped the edge to keep from falling and froze for a moment. Elliot took a step, but immediately gasped and clutched his side; it seemed he was wounded.

Mafioso frowned, pointed the sword at the stranger, and spoke hoarsely, with barely contained aggression:

Mafioso — Who are you?