Southern Wilderness, Great Swamp, Mosquito Tribe.
In several damp enclosures, over two hundred people are held captive.
Their eyes are sunken, skeletal in appearance, so thin they've lost their human semblance.
These two hundred people come from a few small tribes that were destroyed; they are not slaves, but rather exist like livestock and food.
During the day, they are driven outside for half a day to eat wild vegetables, weeds, and insects. The rest of the time, including at night, they are locked in the small enclosures, anxiously awaiting death.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
A bird-beaked mosquito flies in from afar, enters the enclosure, and lands on a young man's arm, its hummingbird-like tubular beak piercing the young man's arm to suck blood.
The young man shows a face filled with fear and pain, but doesn't dare struggle, because if he dares to move against the bird-beaked mosquito, the Tribal Warriors outside guarding the enclosure will immediately kill him.
