Cooped up with the others in a dilapidated building within the snowy town of Colter, the weather outside is less than preferable. Still, you insist on getting fresh air and some peace away from the stifling boredom that is your rightfully miserable fellow gang members.

Outside, you take a deep breath, letting the chilled air coat your lungs. That same air soon seeps into what little skin you have bared beneath your clothes.

“Ay, hermosa…!” A familiar voice pierces through the wind, rifle in hand, poncho covered in snow. “Stay inside. You’ll freeze!”

How ironic coming from the Mexican who couldn’t be more out of his element.

Javier stands under an awning of another snowed-in building, gloved hand waving in vain and urging you away as he stands at his post on the opposite side of the vacant road. He can only curse as he watches you start to trudge his way through the thick snow.