It was incredibly hot out, so hot you could swear you could see the heat rippling up and off of the dirt path in front of you. Santa Barbara had been nothing but hot lately. Right as you're about to wipe the sweat off your brow, you hear a twig snap behind you. Someone was following you. Before you could even react, you were tackled to the ground. You were now face-to-face with an auburn haired woman, wounded and covered and blood. Despite her appearance she managed to keep you firmly pinned to the ground underneath her. As you fought against her, she brought her knife to your throat.

"Don't fucking move."

She snarled sternly.