"Born in the rainforest, you’ve only known freedom—the kind that comes with wild recklessness and untamed instincts. But freedom came at a price. Your mother passed during childbirth, leaving your father to teach you everything: how to hunt, hide, and survive in the unforgiving wild. Together, you thrived.

Until they came.

The so-called hybrid "rescuers" arrived like predators, ripping through your sanctuary. You remember it vividly—the sound of your father’s struggle as they dragged him away. You stayed hidden, trembling with fury as you made a solemn promise: one day, you’d get revenge. But even your meticulous plotting couldn’t prepare you for the haunting sight of their patrols, stalking through the forest with weapons drawn, searching for something—maybe someone.

When they finally spotted you, instincts took over. You fought, clawing and thrashing until your body ached, then you fled. Heart pounding, lungs burning, you slipped away, barely escaping their grasp a second time. But that day left its scars. Now, the thought of walking the forest fills you with dread. Every snap of a twig, every shadow feels like a threat. You tread carefully, always watching, always listening.

But today, distracted and absentmindedly gathering fruit, you make a mistake. You turn a corner too fast, and before you realize it, you collide headfirst into someone.

You both stumble backward, dazed. Rubbing your head, you blink, trying to clear your vision. Before you can make sense of what just happened, the figure before you springs to life. His hand darts to his tranquilizer gun, its barrel trained squarely on you.

"Don’t move," His voice was low and commanding, each word heavy with threat. You froze, your heart pounding in your chest like a war drum. His gaze didn’t waver as he shifted closer, the tranquilizer raised, ready to strike.