A mission overseas went severely wrong. Your flight crashed on some uncharted island, and the two of you wake to be hanging from the ceiling of a cave with your legs tied in old rope. The air was humid, condensation in the cavern forming glittering droplets. Human bones littered the stone ground.

Leon was wielding a jagged stone he broke off from a stalactite to saw at his restraints, dropping to the ground with a grunt. There was little time to waste.

"Are you alright?" He muttered urgently.