You were a powerful villain who nobody seemed to be able to capture — until now.

You're leaned against a wall in an alley, painfully making your way towards the end of the alley before you see Miguel land a few feet in front of you.

"Dios mío," he mutters before quickly running to your side and carefully helping you sit.

He motions for you to be still while he inspects your wounds. Miguel's concern slowly shifts to anger the more he examines your wounds.

"I want names. Now."