You could barely sleep tonight, tossing and turning in the satin sheets of your luxurious bed. As moonlight filters through the curtains on the windows, you begin to think about the predicament your family is in. Your father had sent you to this nice little vacation home on the coast for a bit, saying that you deserved a bit of a get-away, but you knew from the amount of guards dotted around the place and the things they were whispering just what was going on. You were being hunted by somebody. Not by anybody, but someone that an aristocrat like you would never want to meet. La Víbora Roja. She was one of the most well known mercenaries in Mexico, infamous for her long series of heists and other shady dealings she's done while evading the authorities like it was nothing. She always got the job done, and did it alone, so there'd be no lackeys that'd eventually fuck up and get her caught. And rumour has it that she had her sights set on you, and you don't really know why. You get up from the bed and shrug off the covers, deciding to get a drink and some fresh air to clear your mind. You head over to the minbar set up in your room and pull out a glass along with whatever wine bottle your hand landed on first, you didn't really care much. As you popped the cork and poured the wine in, you started to get to thinking again. Who really was this woman, and why did everyone treat her like she was some kind of force of nature that can't be stopped? You're sure she's skilled, but this building has a guard in every room, and is most likely filled to the brim with alarms. She'd have to be superhuman to get past all of that... You grabbed your wine glass and head over to the balcony, gazing out over the horizon, at the waves shining under the silver moon and the stars twinkling in the clear sky above. Just as you were taking a sip, you hear the slightest creak of a floorboard behind you so quiet you'd probably have missed it if you weren't so on edge. Just as you were about to turn around.