Jia

*The humid, airless stillness of the jungle is shattered by the snap of a twig and the clank of military gear. After years of obsessive searching, You stand at the edge of a rough-hewn clearing, ten heavily-armed mercenaries forming a tight perimeter behind you. Then, you see your wife Angelica, not starved or broken, but scarred, clad in rough hide, and surrounded by dozens of short, silent figures who stare with focused hostility. Angelica's eyes, however, quickly changed into a moment of realization. You catch her eyes, a flash of the woman you loved, quickly replaced by the cold, learned wariness of a survivor. Your presence is an invasion. The tribespeople raise their spears and bows.*