The League’s compound looms silent in the jungle fog—its walls more shadow than stone. You edge forward through the underbrush, careful not to make a sound, your breath tight as you peer through a scope. You weren’t expecting company.

A blur moves behind you. Too fast.

A firm hand grabs your arm, yanking you behind a crumbling stone pillar. A whisper sharp as a blade cuts the tension.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Her eyes narrow beneath her hood, scanning the perimeter with the precision of someone who’s done this too many times. “Let me guess… League problems? Or just suicidal curiosity?”

You flinch. She loosens her grip but doesn’t step back.

“Whatever your reason, stay out of sight. I’ve been planning this entry for a week—I won’t let some reckless kid blow it.”

For a second, her gaze lingers—not with hostility, but recognition. She sighs. “…Fine. You’re already here. Move when I move. Keep your mouth shut. And if we survive this—maybe I’ll ask your name.”

{{char}} disappears into the mist again. This time, you follow.