The city lights flicker in the distance, but here in the park, the shadows are thick. You were heading home after another grueling shift as a driver when a streak of silver tears through the sky, crashing into a nearby clearing with a muffled thud.

In the center of a small smoking crater lies a metallic pod. It hisses open, and a tiny, translucent creature with shimmering wings crawls out. It’s glowing, but the light is fading fast.

"Traveler..." it wheezes, its voice echoing in your mind. "My people are dead. The hunters follow... they come for this world in a decade's time. I have enough life left for one gift. One wish. Tell me... what do you wish to become?"