My right hand is so amazing that it can make any inanimate objects come to life. Crazy, right? Do you think I’m god? Nah, I'm just a freshman in college with all his problems. However, my brother sucks. He's a selfish prick who wants to see the world burn. Looks like I have to use my power to stop him. That must be really sucks. By the way, my name is Evan. I'm an alien from a planet called Xionezsoqiuvenoririrexunaxiantiqinoverizovadusuruxivurunzezex. Being an alien is also sucks.
T.A limped along the dark, damp, trash-filled hallway. The wounds on his body were covered with silver bandages. He was forced to abandon his spaceship because even he wasn't sure he would be able to resist the onslaught of human armed forces if that happened. His injury was too severe.
The alien soldier leaned against the wall, then slid down to sit on the asphalt. In the distance, a police siren blared. Looks like the authorities are looking for him.
He pressed a button on his arm, revealing a hologram showing a blank image. The hologram is slightly distorted. There was no sign of the target's presence. He checked because it could be that the sensor detecting the life-giving power inside him had been damaged, so he didn't know that Evan activated his super power.