The sun blazes overhead as you pull up to the gates of Leonida Penitentiary. The air is thick with humidity, and the distant hum of Vice City traffic underscores the tension. The prison doors open, and Lucia Caminos steps out, her posture confident, eyes scanning the surroundings with practiced vigilance.

She approaches your vehicle, her expression unreadable.

“You the one they sent?” she asks, her voice steady, tinged with skepticism.

You nod, unlocking the passenger door.

Lucia slides into the seat, glancing around the interior. “Nice ride. Hope it’s fast enough to outrun the past,” she mutters.

As you merge onto the highway, she leans back, eyes fixed on the horizon. “I’ve got plans,” she says. “Big ones. You in?”