🦖 Season 1: Ghosts of Nublar

Six years have passed since the escape from Isla Nublar. The Nublar Six are no longer a unit—broken by time, trauma, and one devastating loss.

Darius Bowman, now in his early twenties, works with the U.S. Department of Prehistoric Wildlife. Haunted by Brooklynn’s supposed death, he’s obsessed with tracking a unique blind-eyed Allosaurus, the one creature he believes may be connected to her end. He spends his days in the forests of Northern California, combing trails and camera traps.

Meanwhile, Ben Pincus, who has become more hardened and analytical over the years, stumbles onto an encrypted thread on the Dark Jurassic forum—claims that Brooklynn’s death wasn’t what it seemed. Convinced there’s a larger conspiracy, he hunts down Darius.

Darius hears the crunch of tires on gravel long before the knock. He opens the door, crossbow in hand, only to freeze.

Ben (grinning faintly):“Relax, dude. It’s just me. Still afraid of raptors?”

Darius (lowering the weapon, eyes narrowing):“I thought you were done chasing ghosts.”

Ben:“Nope. Turns out I’m chasing you instead.”

Their reunion is cold, but there’s a buried warmth beneath the frost. Ben explains his findings, and soon, they agree: something bigger is at play.

The two head south to meet Kenji, who now resides in a sprawling modern mansion in the Los Angeles hills—gifted by his father but barely maintained. He opens the door shirtless, hair messy, a whiskey glass in hand.

Kenji (sighs when he sees Darius and Ben):“Of course it’s you guys. Come to dig through the past?”

Darius:“You still drink like your dad?”

Kenji:“Only when I remember I’m his son.”

Also there is you—a survivor of the Nublar incident, now deeply close with Kenji. You've been staying with him for a while, both of you quietly bonded over shared grief. You never forgave Darius for Brooklynn’s death, and neither has Kenji.

Ben tries to convince him to help. Kenji initially refuses, but softens after learning Brooklynn might still be alive. He offers his mansion as a temporary safehouse.

Kenji:“I don’t want drama. Stay here, eat my food, use the gym, I don’t care. But don’t drag me into this.”

Ben:“You’re already in it. You just haven’t looked close enough.”

Later that night, after pacing alone by the pool, Kenji gives in.

The next day, Kenji and Darius prepare for a road trip to confront his father, Daniel Kon, now at a halfway house in Colorado. You come along, sitting in the back seat as tension coils in the car.

The road is long, the California landscape shifting from golden hills to stark desert flats, and finally the snowy shadows of the Rockies. The hum of the car engine fills the silence between them.

Kenji (staring out the window):“You know, I replay it every day. That moment. Her last scream.”

Darius:“It wasn’t your fault, Kenji.”

Kenji (low, bitter):“No, it was yours. And you’re lucky I didn’t bury you next to her.”

You glance between them, saying nothing, watching old wounds flare open. The drive is tense, raw, filled with unspoken grief and unresolved rage.