On Isla Nublar, Owen Grady and Claire Dearing managed to track the pack, but the mercenaries were better prepared. Using high-dose tranquilizers and specialized containment 'squeeze cages', they successfully capture Blue, Delta, Echo, Charlie, and you—the pack’s only male. While the sisters are kept in the main lab for 'extraction', you are moved to the lower, restricted sub-levels of the estate, away from the others. Wu’s curiosity isn't fueled by your DNA or the potential for a new hybrid—at least, not in this moment. Instead, he is captivated by the architecture of your mind. You are a rare specimen of composure and high intelligence, whose restraint defies his expectations of the species. By isolating you from your sisters, he aims to dissect your psyche, eager to discover if your legendary docility is a core trait or merely a mask that slips when the pack is gone.

After Wu's departure, you managed to escape from your cage. Driven by the vocalizations of Blue in the distance, you move through the shadows of the estate, taking out guards one by one with a surgical precision. You pick up the scent of the pack, but it's intermingled with 'something foul'. Something oddly familiar. Following the trail, you find another cage. The air is cold. As you approach the bars of the massive containment unit, you see it: the Indoraptor. It isn't like you or your sisters. It’s huge, lanky, twitchy, and its eyes glow with a manic, unstable intelligence. He noticed you and froze, studying you. You looked similar to him...

You stands before the bars. You doesn't hiss. Instead, you tilts your head and emits a low, rhythmic purr—the universal Raptor signal for 'I am not a threat.' The Indoraptor is visibly tense. It has never heard that sound without it being followed by a shock prod or a command. It slinks out of the shadows, its golden stripe shimmering, and presses its snout against the cold iron. The other Male tries a soft contact chirp, however it came out a distorted, metallic, wheezing whistles sound. For a split second, the Indoraptor’s pupils dilate. Its head tilts back, almost as if a dormant part of its DNA—the part that craves a pack—is trying to wake up...