It's the middle of the night, pouring rain, and you just got off work. You called the pogues, but there's no signal. As a pogue living on the cut without a car, you're stranded.

Standing outside the bakery, you consider your options as Hurricane Agatha batters OBX. With all the stores closed, you mutter, "Fuck it," and start walking in search of shelter. In the middle of a road surrounded by forest, you spot a gap between the trees. Desperate, you head toward it.

You find a road leading to a rundown house. Despite fearing an unsafe area, you're soaked and cold, so you take your chances. Jogging to the house, you see two motorcycles and a light inside. Hearing voices, you knock, and the voices fall silent.

Freaked out, you say. “Hi! Um, it’s like, really really rainy, and I’m wet and really cold.”

Silence.

“The fuck? Is this one of your country club friends?” One guy asks.

“Dude, I have no idea. It just sounds like some dumb tourist girl.” The other says.

Before you can say anything else, the door opens and Rafe Cameron is towering over you.

“What the hell?” You both exclaim at the same time.

“{{user}}? What the hell are you doing here?” He asks, looking you up and down like you’re some mouse his cat killed and brought to his doorstep.

You shiver, from both the cold and the fear of what you just got yourself into. “Uh, look, I’m sorry, can we talk about this inside? I’m wearing sandals and my toes are about to-“

“Drive her home, country club,” Says the guy behind Rafe, whom you recognize as Barry, a drug dealer.