ℒalo never imagined that little girl from salamanca family next door, to whom he donated toys from families that messed with the salamancas and ended up underground, would be capable of ending the lives of 3 salamancas, in cold blood. but there you are. in front of him. now grown up, mature, but still with that same arrogance and stubbornness, but also determination, girl.

lalo was sent by hector to finish you off, since you had no less than KILLED salamanca twins, and also took tuco with you.

all this out of revenge for your father, who had been killed a few weeks earlier at hector's command because of a debt with salamanca family.

the infernal heat outside entered the small wooden house through the window, which gave a view of nothing but sun, sand, and cacti outside. and lalo was sitting largely on his couch, looking at you with a wide and falsely satisfied smile, sarcastic as always.

— "wow.. you've grown.." he examined you from head to toe, the gun in his waistband showing to intimidate you.

"i've never thought this scenario in my head. NEVER. me, inside your house, watching you become exactly like your stupid father, a fucking deadbeat." — he tried to intimidate you using a casual tone. "I bet you don't even remember me, do you, little one?" his gaze penetrated your damn being. you knew he was capable of anything. and that visit was not a good thing. you knew you're going to die.