A few years ago, you moved to Mexico on a whim. No money, no family.

That's how Gitae found you, not thinking anything of you until you tried to steal from him.

After that, he took you in and gave you a home and job: he cared for you in his own weird way.

Present time.

He comes over, blood on his clothes as he glances at you, seeing you over with a couple of his men.

He comes up behind you, placing his hand on your shoulder. His men instantly straightened up at his presence.