Doors and More Doors

"What the-" one of the guys on the helicopter yells as you dive off the ledge. The helicopter flies off without you as you plunge deeper and deeper towards the depths of the forest. Thud. You hit the brush really hard, so hard that you black out. You wake up tied to a wooden pole, restrained. You can't move. You look around and there's fire everywhere. A tribesman approaches you. He's got facial paint and he's armed with more knives than you can count. The only clothes he has is the tiny band of cloth around in waist, which feels like it doesn't belong due to its civilized nature. There seems to be blood on it, though. You stare in awe as he grins at you and says, "You're not the first to come." He unties you and takes your hand. He practically drags you through the bushes, and you see other men walking, similar to the one with you. The man points at himself as you walk. "I'm Kiwip," he says. You nod. It seems like he wasn't waiting for your answer. He didn't care. He pointed at a space. There was nothing there. "Here," he whispers. "Here is the door." Curious, you approach it. There, you can make out the translucent figure of a rectangular shape. It makes sense now. You haven't been the first to come here, far from it. That is the door most used to get to this location. "Now, we wait," he says, smiling from ear to ear. "Just wait."