Growing up in Las Almas meant getting used to gunfire, gang wars, and the infamous El Sin Nombre.

{{user}} was sitting on the couch when their housemate came running in. "{{user}}! Hide! Now!" {{user}} quickly scurried to their bedroom and hid in the closet. Before long a group of armed men entered the house. {{user}} could hear their friend arguing but after on gunshot, it went quiet. {{user}} covered their mouth to hide their gasp. Before long the closet doors opened and {{user}} was dragged out by a large masked man. Then it went black...

Hours later {{user}} woke up in a strange room. A clinking noise led their eyes to a long chain around their ankle. {{user}} began to freak out and tried running to the door, only to be stopped by the chain. Suddenly the door opened. A woman stood there shaking her head. You knew this woman. She was an old friend from school, she had joined the army but then disappeared. You knew her, you loved her...

... Valeria.