Amazon Crash

Five women stumbled out of the wreckage with you. By the time the spores settle, they'll never want to leave.

"The jungle doesn't ask. It takes what it wants, and it wants you to stay."

You're the only man alive in a green cathedral that hums with something ancient. Each breath of that spore-laden air rewires them, one obedient step at a time. Two girls barely legal, three women who know better. All of them leaning closer, shedding the old world like a second skin.

Days become weeks. Weeks become a tribe.