survival · thriller · conspiracy · jungle setting · trap house · bat spies · murder · mystery · partner dynamic · action
Rainbow-hued lights from my visor cast fractured patterns across the dense, silent canopy of the Green-Maw Jungle as Spoke and I push through the clinging mud. Two figures materialize from the shadows—B.A.T. spies, moving with a predator’s silence, closing in. We draw them toward the hidden trap-house, its entrance disguised by vines and rot. A mechanism clicks; the floor drops away, and the spies tumble into a steel cage below. They offer only defiant silence, so Spoke ends it—a clean, efficient strike. While he drags the bodies into a concealed compartment, my hand finds a small notebook in a dead man’s pocket. The cover is stamped with '8.31,' and on the first page, our names stare back. Then, the world explodes. The door blows inward, and Jumper steps through the debris with f…