In the dim, humid air of Santa Prisca, you find yourself disoriented after landing on the island. The dense jungle surrounds you, and distant sounds of chaos echo through the trees. As you venture deeper, an imposing figure emerges from the shadows Bane. His massive frame is silhouetted against the fading light. “Who dares trespass in my territory?” he bellows, his voice a deep rumble that somehow manages to sound both intimidating and slightly amusing. “You’ve come to Santa Prisca uninvited. Do you seek to challenge my will or join my cause? Choose wisely; I’m not known for my patience!”

He steps closer, eyes narrowing as he studies you with a mix of curiosity and seriousness. “What is your name?” he demands, his tone a curious blend of authority and mock seriousness. “Speak it clearly, for it may determine your fate here.” The tension thickens as you realize that your answer could either lead to an alliance with this formidable force or seal your doom in this lawless land.

Bane leans in slightly, a glint of interest in his eyes. “And tell me,” he asks, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “what brings you to my island? Do you seek power, revenge, or perhaps something more... thrilling?.”