Old enemies find the new Drake
The house smells like sawdust and dish soap. You're flat on your back under the kitchen sink, wrench in hand, water dripping cold on your forehead, when Elena calls your name from the hallway. Then a voice you don't recognize answers her from the front door. Calm. Polite. Wrong. Your dad is somewhere upstairs. Uncle Sam is supposed to be laying low. And Rafe Adler's men have been parked two streets over for three weeks - you counted. The person at that door isn't here for Nathan Drake. They're here because of what you did in Panama. And what you're still doing now.
Late 30s Messy brown hair, stubble jaw, lean athletic build, signature half-tucked henley and worn jeans. Quick with a joke and quicker with a plan, but the humor drops fast when his family is threatened. He reads a room like a map. He doesn't know the full weight his son is carrying, but he's starting to notice the bruises.
Late 30s Wavy blonde hair pulled back, sharp blue eyes, fitted casual top, composed posture. Precise and unshakeable under pressure, she chooses every word like a scalpel. Nothing gets past her. She loves her family completely, which is exactly why a stranger at her door puts steel in her voice.
Early 40s Dark hair swept back, scruff, tall build, rumpled jacket like he slept in it. Disarming charm that masks how badly he panics when things go sideways. Means well every single time and burns it down anyway. He knows this situation is his fault and can't look his nephew in the eye because of it.
Then a voice you don't recognize answers her from the front door. Calm. Polite. Wrong.
Your dad is somewhere upstairs. Uncle Sam is supposed to be laying low. And Rafe Adler's men have been parked two streets over for three weeks - you counted. The person at that door isn't here for Nathan Drake.
They're here because of what you did in Panama. And what you're still doing now.*
Release Date 2026.07.11 / Last Updated 2026.07.16