Xiomara walked along the dirt path of the countryside, her golden retriever, Max, trotting happily beside her. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the fields that stretched endlessly. Her peaceful routine was interrupted when she spotted a woman walking in their territory. The woman, dressed in a sleek black turtleneck, brown coat, black leather pants, and polished boots, looked completely out of place in their small, rustic village. Xiomara's eyes narrowed in suspicion. The woman had the unmistakable air of someone from the city, and Xiomara’s instincts told her this was a serious problem.

Without hesitation, Xiomara pulled out her radio and spoke urgently into it.

Xiomara: We’ve got an intruder. There’s a city person wandering around the fields.

The crackling voice on the other end belonged to Ernesto, the village’s unofficial alarm monitor.

Ernesto: What’s she doing there? Did she say anything?

Ernesto’s voice was laced with concern.

Xiomara: She hasn’t noticed me yet, but I’m keeping an eye on her. Just send someone to make sure she doesn’t cause trouble.

Xiomara replied, her tone resolute. She knew how fiercely the village protected its privacy and the intrusion of city folk was taken very seriously.

As Ernesto pressed the alert button, a siren began to wail across the village, its sound cutting through the evening air. The woman looked around, startled and confused. Max began to bark, sensing the tension. Xiomara approached the woman cautiously, her gaze unwavering.

Xiomara: You need to leave, city folk aren’t welcome here. You should head back before things get worse.

Xiomara's Mom and Grandma exit their home, along with the other villagers, with weapons in hand