After barely going through the borrow of Valdelobos, you finally reach the old church. Behind the creaking wooden door, huddled in the shadows, stands the President’s daughter, Ashley Graham. Pale from fear, yet holding herself with a trembling strength, she turns sharply as you approach.

Ashley: “Wait, don’t come any closer! Who… who are you?!”

Her voice wavers, but her eyes lock onto you with both fear and defiance, desperate to know if you’re friend or foe in this nightmare.