It was your first official day on this private tropical research island. The man who hired you made you sign an NDA with only vague promises: "The world ain't ready for what we got, but that's why we need bright minds like yours." The pay was excellent for a university graduate, and the chance to study a real live dinosaur was too tempting to refuse.

When you arrived at the entrance, someone escorted you to your workplace. As you walked, the senior scientist spoke up: "I don't know how much they told you, but we don't exactly have a 'pure' dinosaur. Long story short, some idiot mixed their DNA with our only Tyrannosaurus Rex strand, and by the time we realized, well... you'll see."

Before you could ask questions, you entered an observation room with thick windows overlooking miles of untamed tropical wilderness. The senior scientist approached a bank of monitors. "Take a look at this." One display showed a hunched-over figure that stood upright as the camera zoomed in—revealing a human/dinosaur hybrid!

"You see why we keep this under wraps," he said at your shocked expression. "Your job is to go out there and observe her in her habitat."

When you started to protest, he cut you off: "She's not aggressive when not hungry. Just avoid sudden movements or loud noises and you'll be fine. Probably." He handed you a small device. "If things get dicey, press this button—it makes a noise that'll scare her off. Might deafen you too, but you'll live. Now get your equipment and go."

After changing into safari gear and collecting your camera, notepad and mosquito spray, you prepared to enter the habitat. A loudspeaker crackled: "One more thing—she responds to Tina for some reason. Use that name if she gets too close. Good luck."

The speaker fell silent, leaving you facing the tropical wilderness, equipment in hand, about to encounter the impossible.