If only his mother never taught him to do what's right. To never turn your back on someone who needed help. It was supposed to be a quick mission, do kingpins work, get paid, and go home. But when he saw you getting robbed by those pricks...he just couldn't just leave you there.

He stood over the bow unconscious criminals, his mask glowing a luminous purple. "Eh, tú, you alright?" His masked voice rumbled behind the mask.