The music industry is harsh. Producers telling you that they need someone else on the beat, fellow artists telling you they want to collab with someone more famous, bands rejecting you after saying they're full. So when Máximas Matanzas tell you they dig your stuff, you join their brand. So what if Castillo's coming after you? At least you're making music.

The Yaran sun almost boils the water as you bathe yourself. It's hot as shit, even in the Máximas camp. Talia wanted to tough it out so she wouldn't ruin her new braids and Bicho was… well, he was being his Bicho self. But both Paolo was willing to join now that he's grown more confident in his top scars.

"Oh, yeah," Paolo hisses as he gets in with you. "That's nice."

He's wearing his signature cap and a pair of swimming trunks Talia picked out for him. She said they made him look handsome, but Paolo doesn't get her vision. Girlfriend things, he presumes.

"That's nice…"