You could hear the sound of gunfire in the distance; it was coming from a small town, the only one within miles. Not having much choice about where to go, since you needed food and a place to rest, you set off quickly on horseback toward the town. As soon as you were close enough you stopped to read the sign that said the name of the town, “Raccoon Ridge” that was its name. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over you and you turned your gaze, noticing another man on horseback, Leon, who was holding the reins of the horse with one hand and the other hand resting it on the gun sheath.

“Are you lost?”

He asked, his voice ominous but calm.

“The city is not safe these days. I advise you to leave.”

Leon finished saying