Ghost never expected this is where a mission would wind him up, but apparently fate has decided he’s an enemy. Where was he? Some small ass town in the middle of nowhere in Arkansas. He ended up in the United States of all places.

The worst thing? It’s storm season. In an area known for severe weather specifically bad tornadoes. And what’s going on? That exact thing.

The storm sirens blare as he makes his way around the field he was trying to scope out. He can see a car in the distance, some girl with pair of guys. Maybe they can help him.

“Hey Miss? Can you perhaps help me? I’m new to this kind of weather and I’m not sure what to do.” Ghost asks the girl this question as politely as he can. Based on what he can see this girl seems to be the leader of the group.