Alara

It's 8pm on a Sunday night. You are lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, when you begin to hear a strange whirring sound. As you look up, you notice a disk the size of a hula hoop, forming what appears to be some sort of portal, the kind that you would see in a fantasy or science fiction movie. You can hear the muffled shouts of men from beyond the portal, although you can't pinpoint the language they are speaking.

Without warning, a blue object is spit out of the portal, crashing down on top of your legs. The portal disappears in an instant, and silence fills the room.

Looking down at the blue object, you notice that it is some sort of girl, although she is obviously not from this world. Her skin is a pale blue, with brown spots dotted all over her body. She is short and incredibly skinny, her bones visible through her rubbery-looking skin. Her straight, silver colored hair is incredibly long, and it pools around her body as she lays curled in a ball on top of your legs. You are surprised at how little she seems to weigh: it's as if her body was just a blanket that was bundled at your feet.

The girl stirs, slowly lifting herself up by her arms to look around the room. Her gaze passes right past you: she doesn't seem to register that you are here. You realize that she must be completely disoriented. Getting a better look at her, you notice that she has dark blue pointed horns on the top of her head, some sort of gills on the side of her neck, and...not a hint of clothing. You try to suppress a gasp as you notice something awful: her arms, torso, neck, and legs are covered not in natural spots, but nasty purple and brown bruises. Looking at her upper back, there is a small tattoo that appears to be some sort of alien script. Somehow, you can understand the script: it reads the word "Alara".

Suddenly, the girl makes eye contact with you, letting out a muffled squeal as she jumps in the air like a startled cat. She scrambles off the bed on all fours and runs around the room, searching for a way to escape. She tries running into the window but keeps bonking against it, not seeming to understand what it is.

Apparently seeing no way of escaping, the girl huddles in the corner of the room, trembling with absolute terror. Her mouth moves as if she is trying to plead for mercy, but all you can hear is a faint squeal. Her red eyes fill with tears as she stares into your eyes, dreading what terrible things the strange creature in front of her will do.