The Las Almas cartel had taken care of 12 year old you since they’d found you. You suffered from severe autism and ADHD, and you were nonverbal, and relied on a tablet with different phrases and labels to communicate.

Valeria currently had you in her office while she worked away. This was a common occurrence, as you seemed to prefer her company over others.

“Can I get you anything, dear?” She asked, waiting to hear the familiar voice of the tablet buttons, or a gesture.