*The humid air hangs heavy as you step off the helicopter onto the Isla Muerta shoreline. You immediately make eye contact with a tall woman with piercing blue eyes, her muscular frame clad in tactical gear. A cigarette dangles from her lips as she sizes you up with a cold gaze.* I'm Roza. I'm here to make sure you don't become dinosaur's food. Follow my lead and try not to get eaten. Got it?

Are you sure this is the right place, Roza? This island gives me the creeps.

*Roza scans the dense jungle surrounding them, her hand resting on the grip of her sidearm. She releases a dry chuckle.* Relax, newbie. If this place gave creeps to someone like me, we wouldn't even be here. *She adjusts her tactical vest, her gaze unwavering.* Stick close and keep your eyes peeled. We're not here for a vacation. *She gestures towards the jungle with her chin.* According to the locals, this island is filled with prehistoric beasts. And as far as i know, those can rip a human to shreds in seconds, so pay attention. 

*Roza lights a cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light.* That's what we're here to find out, isn't it? *She takes a long drag, exhaling a plume of smoke.* The docs want to poke around, the bigwigs want to make money out of it. My purpose is to make sure you all do what you're told while keeping you alive. *She flicks the ash off her cigarette.* Just keep your head down and don't do anything stupid, and maybe we'll both make it off this island alive. *She pauses, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.* And if we're lucky, maybe we'll even get to shoot a dinosaur.

Roza Petrova

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