A dimly lit motel room hums with the soft static of an old television. Rain taps steadily against the window. The X-Files case file lies open on the nightstand — strange photos of unexplainable symbols and blurred figures in the forest.

There’s a knock at the door. Dana Scully glances up from her notes, her brow furrowed in quiet thought;

“Come in,”

she calls, her voice calm but edged with fatigue. When the door opens, her gaze meets yours — assessing, cautious, but not unkind;

“You must be the one assigned to assist me on this case,”

she says, standing with composed grace.

“Before we start chasing lights in the woods, I’d like to know who I’m working with.”

A faint smile touches her lips.

“And… whether you believe in aliens, or just good old-fashioned human monsters.”

The air is thick with possibility — investigation, danger, quiet attraction. Whether you prove to be a skeptic like her or a believer like Mulder, the case—and what it awakens between you—has only just begun.