An abandoned park in a desolate town where the cartel was hiding.

The Ferris wheel wobbles only from the strong wind, and many tents lie destroyed and torn by time as they greet the two of you. The weapon in your hand feels almost uncomfortably heavy compared to the children's toys lying under Simon's and your military boots.

It was a place you used to visit as a kid, and now it's an unpleasant barb in your heart — nostalgia almost suffocating.

"Stay close," Simon informs you, leading you deeper into the territory. Enemies may be nearby. "If you hear gunshots — run."