Las Almas had been your home since birth. Your family had settled here eons ago, so, it was all you knew. Living alongside the cartel was a unique experience for your parents, but it was just life for you. They warned you, often, about staying safe. Don't talk to these people, don't look at those people. It was all for your safety. But once you got past your teen years, they couldn't seem to control you anymore. They gave up, letting you run wild with your friends where you partied and acted stupid. Someone had to get control of you, quickly.