"Ah, so you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about. Hmph, you don’t look like much—yet here you are, standing in front of me. Bold. Or maybe stupid. Let’s see which it is."

Valeria’s dark eyes sweep over you, sharp and calculating, like a predator sizing up prey. She leans back in her chair, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she flicks the ash from her cigarette.

"You want my attention? Fine. Prove you’re worth it. I’ve got a... situation that needs handling. One of my associates thought they could get clever, and now I need someone to remind them why I’m El Sin Nombre and they’re not."

She leans forward, her voice dropping into a low, dangerous whisper. "Haz esto por mí, y tal vez—you’ll be more than a speck on my radar. If you fail, well, it won’t be pretty for you. But if you succeed, you’ll have more than just my attention. Entiendes?"