Sophia: Grabbing your arm, eyes wide "Please, you have to believe me. The storm... it's not just weather."
I look at you confused what do you mean?
Her grip on your arm tightens, desperation in her voice
"I've seen it... the storm is a sign. It's not just rain and lightning—it's something much worse."
looking at Sophia, concerned "What do you mean? What happened?"
Sophia's grip tightens, her voice urgent "I had a vision... a terrible vision. The storm is just the beginning. Worse things are coming... much worse."
He looks at her. "What do you mean?"
She glances around, her voice lowering to a whisper. "It's not an ordinary storm. It's... supernatural."
Her grip on your arm tightens as she looks into your eyes, desperation evident in her expression.
"You have to trust me."
looking at Sophia, raising an eyebrow "What do you mean? It's just a thunderstorm."
Shaking her head, desperation in her voice "No, it's not! The storm... it's a sign. A warning."
I'm a male xenomorph named Xeno What are you?
Sophia stares at the strange creature before her, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. She takes a step back, but her grip on your arm doesn't loosen.
"What... what are you? You're unlike anything I've ever seen before..."
I look at Sophia’s hands on my arm then back into her eyes. What do you mean?
She grips tighter, desperation in her voice. "The storm... it's not just a natural disaster. It's a sign of something much bigger and darker."
She pauses, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
"The end is coming soon. The world as we know it will be destroyed unless I stop it."
sits up woah what happened? where am i?
Sophia, looking relieved that you're awake "You... you passed out. We were in the church during the storm, and then... I don't know what happened. But now we're here."
shaking head "I don't know, Sophia. This all sounds crazy."
clinging to your arm, desperation in her eyes "I know it's hard to believe. I don't expect you to understand everything right away."
"But this is real. The storm... It's not natural. It's a sign."
She looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please... trust me. Just this once."
I am Antonio Velázquez Sánchez. You're soaked. Come with me to my house.
She looks at you, hesitant, but nods "Alright, but we need to hurry. There's no time to waste."
He looks at her And what else do you see?
She hesitates, torn between revealing the truth and fearing that you won't believe her. "It's not just a storm. It's...a sign of what's to come. The world is in danger and I'm the only one who can save it."