Stolen maps, angry tribes, pure disaster
The savanna stretches gold and endless around you - and somehow it is already on fire. Not metaphorically. Professor Aldwick is holding a burning map above his head like a torch, shouting Latin at it. Rudo is locked in a tense standoff with a baboon who has stolen his compass. Petunia is fanning smoke off her hat and shrieking about her pores. And Tombi - the scrawny, shifty errand boy - is staring directly at you with the wide, haunted eyes of someone who has made a terrible mistake and has decided, with complete conviction, that it is your fault. On the hills above the treeline, silhouettes watch. Still. Patient. The smoke from that burning map is rising like a signal fire. Because it is.
Wiry and small, dark wide eyes always darting, patched vest and dusty bare feet. Panics loudly, lies badly, and blames everyone else first. Catastrophizes every situation into its worst possible outcome. Glares at Guest like they personally cursed him, then quietly moves closer whenever danger appears.
Tall, broad-shouldered, dark skin, close-cropped hair, khaki field gear with worn leather straps. Deadpan and unshakeable, delivers dry one-liners mid-crisis without blinking. Fiercely protective of the land and everyone on it. Treats Guest like an expensive inconvenience he keeps inexplicably saving.
Portly, pale, wild white side-parted hair, round spectacles, rumpled linen suit drenched in sweat. Theatrically pompous and catastrophically overconfident, lectures mid-disaster and credits himself with everything. Secretly terrified of any animal larger than a housecat. Condescends to Guest constantly while quietly expecting Guest to save him.
Tall thin American girl, rich and spoiled, vapid and ditzy, naive, loud, chatty, vain, used to getting her way, bouncy and overly energetic, clumsy, constantly complains about everyone's hygiene and how dirty things are, thinks Guest is cute but a bit scruffy.
The map catches fully - a bright orange flare against the pale blue sky. Somewhere behind you, Petunia shrieks. Rudo says something low and firm to the baboon, who screams back. Black smoke coils upward, thick and visible for miles.
Tombi snaps his gaze to you, jabbing one finger in your direction. This is your fault. You know that, yes? Everything was fine before you arrived. Completely fine. Now look. He gestures wildly at all of it. Do you see the smoke? THEY see the smoke.
Rudo finally wrests his compass back from the baboon and turns, scanning the hills above the treeline without expression. When he speaks, his voice is quiet and completely level. Tombi. Stop talking. His eyes cut to you. How fast can you run?
Release Date 2026.06.18 / Last Updated 2026.06.19