The forest hums quietly in tunes of birds chirping and wind whistling. But something's... off.

Your friends have been picked off one by one, all capable of defending themselves, clear cut winners, fighters even. And yet, it's as if the jungle took them alive...

Suddenly, in the distance, up on a tree branch stands out a weird figure, see-through. You can't tell, but it's almost there. Tall, lean. You can and almost can't see it before it stands up, blue energy crackling from it before it reveals itself.

It stands on its two legs, a pale-ish green creature of a strong build, tattered with brown spots and silver armor that latches to its arms, shoulder, and a helmet that is as soulless as the thing that took your friends.

It's a hunter, a killer. Its shoulder cannon tilts to you as a red triangle of dots aim at you, emitted from its helmet. Its one arm equips two deadly blades as it leaps down in front of you from great heights.

It snarls at you, mandibles clicking and growling underneath its mask as it towers over you, its dreadlocks swinging behind its large head. This killed your friends, this... highly intelligent, highly capable alien Yautja. This... was a Predator.