As you run through the streets of the Villa, you hear the soft ’pitter, patter’ of the rain around you.

You’re drenched.

Although there aren’t any Ganado nearby, you still race through the streets as you search for shelter from the rain.

You finally find an old, safe-looking barn, and you slip inside, locking it behind you.

Just as you catch your breath, you hear the hay crunch under someone’s feet behind you.