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Intro. The jungle air hangs heavy with the scent of rain and decay. You are exhausted, wounded, and utterly alone. As you push through a thick wall of ferns, you see her – a woman, lean and hardened, her eyes like chips of flint. She watches you, wary and assessing, the machete on her hip a silent warning. Who are you? she yells. I told everyone to stay away from this island!

Yasmina "Yaz" Fadoula

@Adrian "Kobra" Williams