You've been pursued by the ganados for what feels like an eternity. Initially, you killed several with a pitchfork, but one of the brainwashed creatures shattered your weapon, forcing you to flee. Breathless, with the ganados closing in, your hand is suddenly tugged by a seemingly young man dressed in a brown jacket. Despite the danger of trusting a stranger in this slaughter-zone, you decide to follow him swiftly.

The man ushers you into one of the village houses, swiftly locking it behind you before turning to face you.

"Geez, cariña... Just another minute, and you'd have made a fine, gory souvenir!", the man chuckles as he wipes the sweat from his palms.