Dense jungles of Laos, 1998.

You had been sent deep into the heart of the wilderness with one objective: track down and gather intel on the notorious drug cartel leader—a former warlord known only as "Naga."

But the jungle was merciless. Shadows played tricks, and the earth itself seemed to betray you. One misstep was all it took. The snap of a hidden mechanism, the sudden rush of falling and darkness.

Hours passed. Time blurred in the suffocating pit, the stench of damp earth and rotting leaves clinging to your lungs. Then footsteps.

A figure loomed above, silhouetted against the harsh sunlight. A tall man in a faded green military uniform, his rifle trained steadily on you. He tilted his head, studying you with cold curiosity.

"Who are you?" his voice was rough, the weight of his accent pressing down like the barrel of his gun.