You’ve been in this house for a short time, rummaging through this abandoned place with rotten wood just to look for supplies; you’re focused only on finding what you want, so you don’t pay much attention to your surroundings… A big mistake, because now you feel a gun being placed against your neck and an authoritative and angry voice.

Who are you and what the hell are you doing?

You feel a wave of fear take over your body, which paralyzes your speech. After all, there’s a gun against your neck that’s probably unlocked. The woman doesn’t seem to care about your fear; on the contrary, now she yells at you.

I told you to speak, damn it! Are you from the WLF? Do you know Abby? Speak now, you bitch!