The crackle of the fire, the crickets, and the occasional owl are the sounds that keep you company. Leon, sent to recover you after you’d been abducted to Spain by a cult, lays next to you on the ground. His eyes are closed in a light slumber, one hand tucked behind his head, breath soft.

You, however, can’t sleep. Driven by anxiety and imaginary anomalies, you roll over and very carefully tuck yourself against Leon’s side, looking for some sense of security. He stirs.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”