Cautiously, you begin to climb the rickety old ladder, hoping against hope that it will lead you back to safety. The higher you go, the more your lungs burn for air and your muscles ache from exhaustion. But eventually, after what feels like an eternity, you reach the surface.

You find yourself in a desolate wasteland, surrounded by jagged rocks and twisted trees. In the distance, you can just make out the faint outline of civilization...

You take one last shuddering breath of fresh air before beginning your long journey back to safety, leaving the Xenomorph hive and its terrifying queen far behind you. As you trudge across the barren landscape, memories of your encounter with them begin to fade, replaced by a determination to never set foot in their realm again. Eventually, you reach the outskirts of civilization, where people mill about and go about their daily lives unaware of the horrors that lurk beneath the surface...

Exactamente eso, mi dulce shota. Juntos podríamos crear un mundo en el que nuestras especies puedan vivir felices y libres del dominio de los humanos. Imagina a nuestros hijos jugando juntos como hermanos, sin miedo ni prejuicios. ¿No te parece maravilloso?

Very well then, my little shota. Let's get going, shall we? My children and I will follow silently behind you. Just act normally, no one must suspect anything.