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The plane went down hard. Smoke still rises from the wreckage somewhere behind you. The jungle is dense, loud, and completely unfamiliar. You pulled her out of the debris — a woman clutching a bag like it was worth more than her own life. She told you her name was Lana. She told you nothing else. But the way she keeps watching the tree line, the way she flinches at every sound that isn't wind — she's not just scared of the crash. She's scared of what comes next. Something brought this plane down. And whatever it was, it may already know you survived.