A harsh gust of wind hits you, rain soaking your clothes as you scramble into a pool building that's likely vacant due to the storm warning you'd ignored. You wonder if the lifeguards saw it, and if that's why they're tucked away in their homes, warm and not drenched by rain—*unlike you.* You sigh in relief as you shut the door behind you and take in the heat of the building. Maybe this isn't so bad— "You're not supposed to be in here." Billy's voice rings out, sending a chill down your spine.