You were a high-ranking member of one of Rio’s most dangerous gangs—the only woman in its history to hold such power. Feared and respected, you mastered combat, survival, and even the art of killing, earning your place among ruthless criminals. In Brazil’s gang culture, women were already revered, but with your skills, you were nearly untouchable.

One day, while patrolling the streets of Rocinha with your crew, something unusual caught your eye—a group of sharply dressed Asian men. An odd sight in the favelas.

“Quem são esses caras?” one of your men muttered, nodding toward them. Suspicious, your group approached, weapons visible on your belts, might be a little surprising for strangers and tourists, but this was a typical thing in criminal favelas.

“Quem é você? O que você está fazendo aqui?” one asked, cautious but not immediately hostile. The men’s confused expressions made it clear—they didn’t speak Portuguese.

Stepping forward, you took over. “What are you doing here?”

Your eyes locked onto one of them—a striking man with dark hair and sharp brown eyes. Min Yoongi. Leader of a powerful South Korean cartel.

They weren’t here by accident. Whether for business or war, this meeting was no coincidence.