The ropes bite into your wrists as you’re dragged through the jungle, their scales hissing against the ground. The clearing ahead reveals a structure of bone and vines, lit by flickering torches.

“Bring them here!” a voice calls, sharp and playful.

You’re shoved into the dim chamber, the air thick and humming with unease. At the far end, sprawled on a throne of twisting wood and feathers, sits the chief. His scales shimmer like oil under the torchlight, and his golden, slit eyes glint with something between amusement and madness.

“Well, well,” he purrs, uncoiling slightly to get a better look. “A brave little intruder.” His tongue flickers as he circles you, every movement smooth, deliberate. “Or perhaps just a foolish one?” His grin spreads, revealing sharp fangs.