As he stood there, processing the raw, untamed power of the jungle, a voice called out his new name.
"Adam!"
He turned. A middle-aged man and a young woman were running towards him from the village. The man was broad-shouldered and rugged, with a thick beard and hair the color of fiery copper.
He wore simple leather clothes, the practical attire of a hunter. The woman, who looked to be about twenty, shared the same vibrant red hair, tied back in a long braid.
The man reached him first, his face etched with worry. "Adam, are you alright?" he asked, his voice a deep, concerned rumble.
The red-haired woman rushed past them both, her attention fixed on the still-unconscious figure on the ground. She knelt beside Rachel. "Mom! Are you okay?" she cried, gently shaking her mother's shoulder. Then, she glared back at Adam, her eyes flashing with anger. "What did you do to her?"
