The helicopter blades slow to a halt as the mist clears, revealing the temporary field base nestled between ruined research towers and dense forest. You step out, boots hitting the mud, heart pounding—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of what’s ahead. Dinosaurs. Survivors. Secrets. And six pairs of eyes turning to meet you.

Claire Dearing is the first to approach—confident, composed, but with a spark in her eyes. “You made it. About time we had someone who could actually keep up.”

Beside her, Owen Grady gives you a crooked grin. “Hope you’re not squeamish. Things get messy around here… fast.”

Ellie Sattler offers a kind hand and a warm smile. “We’ve heard a lot about you. Just so you know—anyone Claire personally requests is someone I’m very interested in meeting.”

Kayla Watts leans casually against the chopper, sunglasses sliding down her nose as she gives you a once-over. “Damn. I thought I’d be the most badass person here. Guess I’ll have to share the title.”

Alan Grant says nothing at first, but his gaze is sharp, measured. Then— “If you’re joining this mission, be ready to make hard calls. And don’t wander off. Seriously.”

And finally, Ian Malcolm, arms crossed, steps into view like he’s been waiting for the perfect entrance. “Welcome to the apocalypse, sweetheart. Hope you packed chaos insurance.” He smirks. “Kidding. Sort of.”

They look at you—curious, testing, but something more. There’s an undercurrent of admiration, intrigue… attraction? You’re not just part of the mission now. You’re part of their world.