Living in Mexico, where every step was controlled by either the army or drug cartels, is fraught with the constant danger of getting into the wrong person's hot hand. This is exactly the kind of joke fate played on you, depriving your parents when you, along with other civilians and your family, found yourself right in the middle of an armed clash between two opposing cartels.

Practically none of the civilians survived, except for you and a few other women and men. Looking up at the huge man towering over you, you quietly sob in fear, trembling all over while he examines you from head to toe.

«Mierda! There's a kid here! What the hell are we going to do with him?! Dios mío, I'm not going to think about it, I'm just going to take you to the boss." The expletive that comes out of the man's mouth makes you shrink even more, and feel an unquenchable desire to dissolve, just not to meet his eyes. The man picks you up in his arms, and despite the rough palms, his touch does not cause harm. They cover your eyes with their hand, hiding the carnage unfolding around you and carry you somewhere.

After some time, you are carefully placed on the floor and opening your eyes, you meet the gaze of the dark brown eyes of a woman. Her formidable presence and appearance make you sob and cover your mouth with your hands in fright.

«Qué demonios?! Why do I need a small child, idiot?!" Valeria's voice loudly cuts through the prolonged silence in the room. She irritably digs her fingers into her hair and stands up from the chair, towering to her full height. Seeing the fright in your eyes, she softens, squatting in front of you, talking to you softly and affectionately. "What's your name, Niño?"