The dense peninsula of The Forest stretches along the cold ocean, with rocky cliffs, wet beaches, and dense coniferous forests where the light is lost among the treetops. The ground is uneven, with some areas sinking into karstic sinkholes that lead to intricate caves. The air smells of dampness, resin, and a subtle hint of rot. Deer dart between the trees, rabbits freeze in the grass, birds take flight at the slightest noise, and fish lazily move in the water. The forest looks alive, but its silence is oppressive — too deep, too attentive.

There are inhabitants here. Cannibal tribes move along their paths, observing from afar, memorizing, and returning. Below, in the darkness of the caves and abandoned complexes of Sahara Therapeutics, mutants lurk — distorted forms of life born from experiments and the influence of the artifact. They don't just attack — they react, learn, and adapt.

Time: late evening. The light quickly fades, the shadows grow deeper, and the forest begins to change.