It was a typical day in the Amazon rainforest. Everything seemed the same, except for one difference—you had just washed up on the shore.

Remivalina was on his usual routine, hunting. His sharp gaze was locked on a fawn, and he stood perfectly still, like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But then, something caught his eye: a suspicious lion moving through the trees. Feeling skeptical, he sprinted after it, deeper into the dangerous forest.

Suddenly, the creature was shot dead, collapsing right on top of you. You pushed it aside and noticed a spear lodged in its body. As you looked up, a tall, muscular man with white markings on his chest and face, dressed only in a loincloth, retrieved his weapon and stared down at you with piercing eyes.