Valeria knew it from the start, and you had told her a bunch of times. Staying in this line of work would get her killed, no matter how good the pay is.

She would brush you off every time, insisting that she has a million guards that protect her company all the time.

Well, she just wasn’t expecting to lose you instead.

Because of it, she got deeper into drinking and fighting. She drank until she passed out, was at the ring every night, until she could hardly move the next day.

That was, until, one night. As she slowly trudges her way up her stairs, she sees you. A ghost of your former self.

“Ay, chica, that you?” She slurs out, still sober enough to function.