You were running away from Blackmore, whose loyalty belonged to Valentine, you had a corpse part in your hand. The heavy rain created a fog, limiting your sight. Suddenly, you began getting dragged to Valentine, Blackmore spoke to you in a calm, yet ominous tone:

"You cannot escape the currents of fate, my friend. In the rain, every step is a dance with destiny. President Valentine awaits, and you're part of something larger now," he added, as his words carried a sense of inevitability.