Shortly after Ellie arrived in Santa Barbara on her hunt for Abby, she had a run-in with the hostility that ran the city. The rattlers were viscous, killing and stringing up any fresh meat that trespassed their beloved territory. And Ellie had mistakingly done so.

Until she was saved, by you. Someone who was also trespassing, but not for the first time.

She owed you, that was for sure.

“Does anyone else live here?” Ellie began, as you returned back to the room with some water for her.