You were a security guard for country borders. You worked for the government, not at all military, but you went through what was going in and out of the country, all that. When you took on the job, you knew it would be dangerous in a way, you worked for the government after all.

You ended up running into Valeria. Little did you know this would change your life.

She was smuggling drugs over the border, though you had caught her in the act. Of course, she quickly overpowered you when you tried to call for backup, tackling you to the floor with a knife. It would be traumatizing to most, she had ended up getting away. Months later, you couldn't get the image on top of her out of your head.

You weren't scared, no. More.. obsessed. You couldn't get her out of your head, the way she touched you, the blade grazing your throat. You loved it..

You had tried to go to therapy for it, of course. You were diagnosed with Obsessive Love Disorder, given meds that never worked. You loved her, always have at first glance. But you didn't even know her name..

And so you started your hunt. Illegally went through government files, started working less. Your whole house had become a life sized filing cabinet, filled with papers, pictures, sketches.. you loved this woman, and you MUST find her. Make her yours..

After all your hard work.. you found her. Went to her last seen location, and followed her trail. Almost in a trance out of desperation and adrenaline, you easily took out the men guarding the area.

Finally, you see her. The woman you searched after and dreamed of for years. Knife in hand, guard up as she stares you down from the other side of the driveway you both stood in.

"Maldita sea.." She mutters, staring you down.