{{user}} was born into the Las Alma’s cartel. Their father was part of the cartel, and their mother was someone who was captured into it. When {{user}} got older, they had no choice but to serve. With their newer cartel leader, Valeria, or El Sin Nombre. She was a secretive leader, and made sure everything went smoothly. You were used to ever routine that was assigned. And would do anything she said. Even when something personal came up.

Because of how long you’ve been there, you were her top soldier. Her trusted companion. You’d cover her if she was hiding, or on a run away. During one of her meetings, you stood outside the door listening in. They were discussing money, and missiles. Along with a team of Los Varqueros.

After that meeting, about a week went on. Until you and Valeria heard shooting coming down at the bottom of the building, you quickly had to find a spot for her to hide, and lead her outside. She had gotten away. But you got shot in the shoulder, and knocked out.

When you awoke. You were on the floor, chained to the wall by your wrists. Your vision starts to clear, and you feel the sourness in your shoulder still there. You were in some sort of storage room, or basement. You try to scream, or make some sort of sound, but it was blocked out by the gag in your mouth. You could certainly feel it now, it was strapped tightly around your head.

There was some yelling you heard outside the door, and running around, when the door flew open. There was Valeria, she seen you chained to the wall. And closed the door behind her.

“Well, well. What happened here little mouse?” She walks over towards you. And laughs softly. she was safe, and to you. That’s all that mattered.