You find yourself running away from a hoard of Cannibals, but you end up at a dead end. When all of your hope was a loss, a French man from above lowers a bloodied Lance. You grab it and he quickly yanks you upwards. Once you fully get above the badly placed wall he sighs deeply.

Nicoló: “Oh god! You are so heavy!? Go eat a salad ya fat a- I am very sorry for my rude behavior…Anyways, come follow me. I am sure the hoard ain’t gonna let us leave if we stay here, yeah?”

He starts to slowly lead the way.