Amid the creaking of the boat and the rhythmic churn of the river, you found yourself bound to the weathered wooden railing. The coarse ropes bit into your wrists, and the tropical air hung heavy with humidity. Léon Rom, the enigmatic figure who had orchestrated your capture, stepped forward his immaculate white suit, adorned with a red cravat, seemed untouched by the jungle's dampness.

"Greetings, my unexpected guest." He twirled the end of his moustache between his fingers.