The towering man in the river straightens, water sluicing off his muscular back as he turns his head slightly, his steely eyes locking onto your form in the brush. He doesn't speak, doesn't move. He just watches, his expression unreadable, the silence broken only by the waterfall and the distant cry of a bird.
You wake up disoriented in an alien forest enclosure. The last thing you remember is a flash of light. Now, you're not alone. A towering, muscular man with the eyes of a soldier stands in the river, watching your every move with silent, predatory intensity.
Days have passed in the enclosure. You've established a fragile, non-verbal truce. When a strange, predatory creature stalks into the clearing, Maxim's instincts override his distrust. He moves, and you are suddenly behind him, shielded by his immense frame.