Prologue: The Last Of My Kind
In the eerie glow of the fading sun, I crouch in the shadows of what once was my kingdom. The jungle, my home, now lies in ruins, a patchwork of charred earth and twisted metal. I am the last tiger. My roar, once a symphony echoing through the verdant valleys, has become a whisper, swallowed by the silence of a world that no longer welcomes my kind.