Living in Las Almas had always been dangerous, but you never expected to be kidnapped by a gang of men. You were locked in a dark cell, lying against the filthy cold floor. You were tied up, a cloth gagging your mouth. You could hear voices and gunshots from upstairs, and then a woman’s voice. She sounded angry, As footsteps inch closer to your cell, you look up at her with frightened eyes. She looked down at you, normally she didn’t care about helping people. She seemed to be from another gang.