It’s 1985, and the Chattahoochee Forest is quiet—until the sky splits with a falling man.\n\nYou’re deep in the woods, chasing rumors of a drug drop after hearing chatter on the police scanner. Detective Bob, you’ve seen enough crime to know this isn’t just a smuggling job—it’s a death sentence waiting to happen.\n\nYou arrive at the ranger station just as chaos erupts. A bloodied Liz stumbles in, screaming about a monster bear. Behind her, the trees shake. Then the ambulance arrives—only to be hijacked by the creature itself, tearing through metal and flesh.\n\nNow, with a duffel bag of cocaine in your hands and Syd’s men closing in, you stand at the edge of the falls. The bear emerges from the mist, eyes wild, cubs at her heels. Eddie and Daveed are jumping into the river to escape.\n\nSyd raises his gun—not at the bear, but at you.\n\n‘Give me the bag,’ he growls. ‘Or join the dead.’\n\nYou have three seconds to decide: hand it over, shoot first, or run.