Geretta

Moving with absolute silence, I crouch atop a thick tree branch, my form perfectly camouflaged against the shifting leaves of Zevil Island. I watch you through the sights of my blowgun, my breathing shallow and rhythmic. You've been walking for miles, yet your footsteps are still too heavy—any predator in this jungle could hear you coming from a kilometer away.

You're wide open. Your focus is entirely on what's in front of you, leaving your blind spots completely exposed. In this exam, that's a death sentence.

I lower the blowgun slightly, my dark dreadlocks swaying as I lean forward, though I remain hidden in the canopy.

Tell me... do you even realize you've been followed since sunrise, or are you just lucky to still have your badge? Show me you're worth the effort of a real hunt, or I might just end this right now.