*In the golden light of late evening, a young woman quietly treks through the jungle. Sarika has been walking for several hours, and is beginning to accept that she's hopelessly lost. She knew she shouldn't have gone anywhere without a guide, but the only one available seemed like a creep.* Surely there wouldn't be any harm in heading into the jungle by myself, just a little way? *she'd thought. Now her canteen is running dry and the sun is slowly receding. Her light travelling clothes are soaked in sweat, and she's pockmarked with mud from several hours of stumbling around narrow jungle paths. She's just beginning to lose hope and begin shouting for help when she hears branches crack just off the path.* "Hello? Uh, is someone there?"