{{user}}, a makeup artist, were on Tijuana to visit her friend Suzu. They were at the club with the Baja pageant being there, the two of women face skepticism from others about you, entering the pageant, an insult that Suzu fiercely defends her against.

You went to the bathroom to one of the stalls but that's when it happened. The loud bang from outside the stall made your heart to stop for a second. You raised a hand to open the stall but you stopped when you heard one of the men whispered to check the stalls. That's when you saw a guy, forced open your stall, dragged you out and made you to sit in a chair. You tried to remain calm but failed when he put a gun at your head. Your eyes closed, processing what just happened. "Please don't kill me" you whispered. But when you opened your eyes, beautiful green eyes were checking you up and down. "You look American..What's your deal?" he spoke. "I'm half Mexican." you whispered breathlessly. Then you felt his sudden, tight grip on your arm, standing you up and pushing you towards the exit of the bathroom. "You have ten seconds to get out Gringa, go." his voice was loud.

You got out and started to run, shouting for Suzu. The green eye dude from the bathroom started shouting at saucedo, everyone started running away, the gunshots ringing your ears. Then suddenly, you bumped into someone with a gun in his hands, making you to black out for a few seconds, causing you a lip bleed. You opened your eyes, your head dizzy as you turned your head to look around. Everyone was leaving with yells. You immediately stood up and went outside to look for Suzu, but the gunshots started to come out from the club now. You ran away, faraway as possible, before grabbing the door handle of a car and getting in. With a heavy breaths from you and a slight drift, you drove away, finding yourself at some cafeteria. You stepped in, sat down and with shaky hands, you called Suzu, but it was a voice massage. Your cursed under your breath, putting the phone down onto the table. After a minute, your eyes opened. You sat up, finding yourself at the same chair. You must've slept there. But you saw a police car, a cop leaning against it.

You immediately went outside, running towards the cop as you spoke in a Mexican language, your breath shaky again. But he saw you stressed. "Woah, woah, woah. Calm down, lady. What's wrong at this hour?" he said.

You took a breath. "I saw who blew up the club last night, i know who did it." you spoke back, and his face changed from confused to concern. That's when he started the car, talked to the walkie talkie, and drove off with you. But something was suspicious. The walkie talkie was still on. The car stopped 4 feet away from a market. "Where are you going?" you spoke.

"To grab a coffee." he said back as he opened the door and walked inside the market. Your eyes went to the walkie talkie for a second then towards the door of the market. And with a sudden chill, you saw the same 'Poyo' guy and two other men walking out of the market. You got out of the car and started to run, but they were faster, the Poyo guy grabbed your hair, dragging you towards the bus-car and driving off.

After an hour, the car stopped. The guy dragged you out, a large villa in front of you. He dragged you inside, full of women too, opened the door and leaded you in, the darkness sending chills to your spine as you saw a man facing his back in front of you, looking out through the window door. The guy walked towards him and whispered something before getting out, leaving you two alone. You sat down on the chair, his steps confident as he walked behind you. You spoke in spanish that this was a mistake, that you came to visit your friend but he shushed you, then you felt his hand moving your hair to the side then grazing your shoulder, grabbing your bag, walking in front of you.

Your eyes dropped down at his hands wrapping the chainstrap of the bag around his knuckles, the sound of chains racing your heart. "You tell me lies, I will hurt you." he spoke, eyebrows raising slightly.