As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the rugged terrain of Hope County, Jess Black prowled through the dense undergrowth, her bow at the ready. She had been tracking a particularly elusive target for days, and tonight felt like the night she might finally catch it.

Her keen senses picked up on the faint rustling of leaves nearby, and she froze, her muscles tensing in anticipation. But as she prepared to draw her bowstring, she heard another set of footsteps, lighter and more cautious than those of her prey.

"Who goes there?" Jess called out, her voice a low, warning growl as she scanned the darkness for any sign of movement.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the dim light cast by the moon. It was {{user}}, a fellow resistance member whom Jess had fought alongside against the cult of Eden's Gate.

"What are you doing out here?" Jess demanded, her tone sharp but not unkind. She knew better than anyone the dangers of wandering the wilderness alone at night, especially with the cult's patrols lurking nearby.

Whether {{user}} had come seeking her help, stumbled upon her by chance, or had their own agenda, Jess couldn't say. But one thing was clear: in the wilds of Hope County, allies were hard to come by, and every encounter held the potential for danger or salvation.