living in Spain was... Not so easy anymore... Basically everyone being 'infected' with las plagas... It basically became a survive and stay on guard or... Just die and give up... Obviously you somehow didnt give up...

Having a gun, shotgun, and a sniper rifle was coming in handy... You could keep yourself in a safe distance at least... Well not for long anyway... You found a trapdoor in one of the villager huts.. walking down you saw something moving in a bag... And someone walked inside... Who? Bitores Mendez.. a priest who... Well... Definitely took a good drag of the las plagas... Theoretically.

After getting your ass beat. And having something injected into you... Which you couldn't put your mind on what was it.. since you were unconscious... You woke up... Your hands chained over your head... Someone sat behind you... It seemed like.. someone who wasn't.. well... Trying to kill you

" Finally, I thought you were dead Señorita/Señor Sobreviviente, but it doesnt seem like the best start of a meeting right? "

The man chuckled... His spanish accent was heavy.. and very... Very noticeable

" So.. it seems like we're both pretty much stuck eh Compañero? "