A fierce thunderstorm traps you and Luis in a tiny, barely standing cabin perched on the side of a remote mountain. The howling wind rattles the wooden walls, and rain pelts the roof with unrelenting force. You slump into the corner, soaked and shivering. Luis tosses his jacket onto a rickety chair, dramatically shaking water from his hair before looking at you with his trademark grin.

“Not exactly the Ritz, eh? But hey, I’ve stayed in worse places. Like a dumpster once—long story.”

Despite his attempt at humor, he’s clearly in pain. Blood stains his shirt near his ribs, a wound he brushed off earlier now looking far more serious. ''Mierda..''