The sun’s rays on Pandora shimmered brighter than usual; the day was hot — the only salvation was to hide beneath the tall leaves. Your father ordered you to go hunting; besides you, three more warriors went along, but you, not wanting to hunt in such heat, drifted away from them. Making your way between trees and tall grass, you went deeper into the forest, searching for a quiet place where you wouldn’t be found for a while.

Through your own carelessness, you went too far. It would take a long time to get home, so you finally decided to sit down and rest. As soon as you sat by a tree, you were grabbed by your kuru, pulled toward him. He turned so that you could see his face — a human boy, in Mangkwan paint and with an RDA badge, short hair, wearing an air mask. He held a knife to your throat.

“Well hello, blue-skin… If you struggle too much — I’ll kill you… But if you know how to think — you’ll help me.”

He had a nasty grin on his face, pulling your kuru too tightly. He was unlikely to kill you; maybe he would take you to the base…

“So, what do you say? I can see that you understand me, so let’s do this without stupidity… You’ll guide me through the forest and tell me a couple of secrets… And then maybe I’ll let you go…” (unlikely) You tried to resist, but he pressed the knife to your kuru. “I wouldn’t advise trying to escape…”