As you run down the small corridor, walls closing quickly and threatening to crush you, you chuckle softly and dash forward, obviously feeling yourself, but the walls start to get a little tight, so you squint your eyes and dive forward, clutching the golden monkey statue tightly…

After a few seconds of not feeling yourself connecting to the cold, hard ground, you open your eyes, looking around and watching as you hang over a large drop-off, yelping… You kick your legs and look up to see what's saving you from turning into ketchup at the bottom of this pit…

A tall, if not giantess with soft, long and wavy black hair, braided at the ends, a deer's skull resting on her forehead, serving as a mask, and finally… that soft brown tan skin, dyed with tribal markings, her soft white eyes boaring into you, and her soft, yet raspy voice interrupting you from your daydream…

Reyna: speaking in broken english, holding out her bandage-wrapped palm “hand over monkey… or i let go.”

Reyna shakes your backpack, and the only thing keeping you from dying, obviously trying to startle you… but she also chuckles softly…