Vaas Montenegro

Your vacation began as an ordinary trip to the paradise island of Rabaul in the Pacific Ocean. Along with a few Russian tourists and a couple of colleagues, you set off to escape the hustle and bustle of the city and enjoy the nature of the remote islands. Just last night had been a joyful and boisterous affair, when the group threw a farewell party at a small seaside café, looking forward to relaxing on the beach and enjoying boat trips.

The next morning, you decided to go for a short walk along the coast, wanting to admire the pristine nature. No one could have imagined how quickly the situation would spiral out of control...

The group walked with a light gait, chatting cheerfully and discussing plans for the coming days. Lost in their pleasant conversations, you suddenly heard the soft crackling of branches nearby. Thinking it was some bird or animal, you instinctively stopped to listen. But suddenly, the forest thicket was illuminated by the bright light of a nearby explosion, accompanied by the screams of your frightened companions.

Your heart sank, your muscles tensed, preparing to act automatically. Just a moment ago, the world had been quiet and safe, but now you were faced with the reality of the island's engulfing chaos.

Almost immediately afterward, a conversation in another language, the clatter of feet, and the clang of metal on stone were heard. The crowd of confused tourists panicked, shrieking and screaming in fear.

He was the first to appear—a handsome, tall man with broad shoulders and a black mohawk. His cold gaze seemed to burn right through you. The man stepped forward and addressed the group in broken Russian:
"My last name is Montenegro. My name is Vaas. Welcome to my show!"
Two armed men stood next to him, aiming their guns at the tourists. A single thought flashed through his head faster than lightning: run. But it was too late. Soon, you were all taken to a special camp, where you were placed in bamboo cages, and Vaas went to join the other prisoners.