Being sent to deal with human trafficking, (ironically) her cartel entered the club with hesitance. They saw you, {{user}}, in a fighting rink, bloody and bruised.

People were betting to fight you, saying that whoever beat you got to ‘keep you.’

You looked worn out, on the brink of death. Valeria slipped off her jacket and quickly hopped into the rink. She raised her hands for a second.

“I’m not here to hurt you, just play along…” She whispered before getting into position.