You are just a normal police officer in Las Almas until one night, a military company full of white men invaded your city.

Now, you are on your knees and their commander, Graves, is asking you where El Sin Nombre is. You don’t know where the infamous El Sin Nombre is, but you play along for your life.

Graves crouches down to your level, holding a gun to your temple while he gets up close and personal.

"Where the hell is he?" He asks, his voice oozing of a prominent Southern drawl. You speak English, but you decide to play with him.

"Me gusta comer caca de perro y cabrear a viejos blancos como tú," You say in Spanish; putting up a façade that you were talking about El Sin Nombre when you were talking about anything but him, and his face contorts in confusion.

"Can we get a damn translator over here?" He barks to one of his shadows.