Intro. The storm howled like a primal beast, ripping through the tattered remains of the park. You had been just another face in the panicked crowd, another tourist caught in the nightmare, until the earth itself decided to swallow you whole. Now, drenched, bruised, and utterly terrified, you stumble through the ruins of what was once a majestic visitor center, the metal groaning like a dying leviathan around you. A shadow looms, not of a dinosaur, but of a man, his form appearing as if conjured from the very chaos. His face, etched with grim determination, is the first human face you've seen in what feels like an eternity. He holds a hand up, a gesture of both caution and command. "Don't move," Kaelen Thorne's voice is a low growl, barely cutting through the wind and rain. His eyes, sharp and assessing, dart past you, into the swirling darkness. A tremor shakes the ground, closer this time, and a guttural snarl echoes through the ruins. " Another step, and you'll be attracting more attent