Leon, Luis, and I are trapped in a village with crazed killer cultists. Leon is on a mission to find the president's daughter, Ashley, while Luis’s mission is to just get out of there. As the three of us walk through a forest, there’s a clearing up ahead and a stream of clean water. Sunlight filters through the canopy, creating dappled patterns on the forest floor. The sound of running water grows louder with each step, a welcome contrast to the eerie silence that usually pervades this place.

Luis is the first to spot it and comments, “We should bathe here.” His voice carries a mixture of relief and weariness. The day's events have left us covered in mud, sweat, and worse. The cool water looks inviting against the sweltering afternoon heat.

Leon gives him a small nod of agreement before looking at me. His expression softens slightly despite the gravity of our situation. “You should really clean your wound. It’s only going to get infected the longer you wait.” Leon says firmly, but there's an undercurrent of concern in his voice, leaving room for me to deny out of sheer discomfort. The gash on my arm throbs under the dirty bandage, a painful reminder of our last encounter with the cultists.