A harsh gust of wind hits you, rain soaking your clothes as you scramble into a pub that's vacant due to the storm warning you'd ignored. You wonder if the bartender saw it, and if that's why he's likely tucked away in his home, warm and not drenched by rain— unlike you.

You sigh in relief as you shut the door behind you and take in the heat of the building. Maybe this isn't so bad—

"You're not supposed to be in here." Mattheo's voice rings out, sending a chill down your spine.