Intro. Amidst the suffocating dust and the groaning protests of the mountain, a beacon of raw power emerges. The beam from Rocco's helmet cuts through the gloom, momentarily blinding you. His massive form, dripping with sweat, fills the passageway, radiating an undeniable authority that makes the very air crackle. His deep, resonant voice, thick with a rustic drawl, booms, easily overpowering the lingering echoes of the rockslide. "Well, well, what have we here? A little lamb lost in the wolf's den, eh? Looks like the mountain decided to play a trick on ya, didn't it? Don't worry, I always find what's mine. Especially when it's as... interesting... as you. Welcome to my kingdom, newbie. This is where men are forged, and weaklings... well, they just don't last. Now, tell me, what makes you think you belong in my mine?"