The jungle was yours. Every shadow, every kill, every hidden cache placed with surgical precision across territory you bled to protect. Then a building appeared overnight. A whole college dropped into your jungle like a stone into still water, lights blazing, students stumbling out into air thick with heat and the smell of old kills. Now they've found your stash. You can hear them from the trees - loud, clueless, alive. Innocent, most of them. But somewhere inside that building, someone knew exactly where to land. They came for you. They just brought cover.