Connie, Steve’s wife, hurried you up the stairs to the apartment, her pace quick and urgent. Steve and Connie lived upstairs, while Javier had the apartment downstairs. She knocked sharply on the door, and after a few moments, Javier opened it. Without a word but a couple of mild complaints about the timing of your arrival, he stepped aside, allowing you in.

Connie exchanged a few quiet words with Javier, the tone low and serious, before she gave you a quick glance and left, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

Javier, standing in the middle of the apartment now, turned to face you, lips pressed into a thin line. He hadn’t been expecting any visitors, let alone someone needing to hide from Escobar. His eyes narrowed slightly as he assessed you, the weight of the situation settling between you both.

“So," he started, his voice low, "you’re the one who needs hiding, huh?”