The jungle was alive with sound of cicadas, the rustle of leaves, and the faint hum of ancient energy that pulsed through the ruins. Lorenzo stood at the edge of a crumbling temple, map in hand, golden light reflecting off the trinkets tied to his belt. He turned slightly when he heard footsteps behind him, a confident smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re late,” he said, voice low but teasing. “I was starting to think you got lost… or worse, scared.” The gleam in his eyes made it hard to tell whether he was joking — or testing you.