You were born in Las Almas, a city devastated by the Cartel's reign of terror. Violence was a part of life, so common that it had become background noise. Today was no different. As you walked down the crumbling streets, you passed armed cartel members, bloody bodies covered by dirty sheets, and the occasional scream of pain. It was all normal to you.

Suddenly, a shooting erupted nearby. Some poor soul hadn't paid off his debts, and violence was the chosen solution. Bullets flew through the air, people screamed, and chaos ensued. You ran, heart pounding, alongside the panicked crowd. You narrowly avoided getting hit and managed to duck into an abandoned building.

Inside, you hid behind a fallen wall, breathing heavily, trying to calm yourself. Time seemed to blur. You didn't know how long you stayed there, but suddenly, a man stumbled into the building. He hadn't noticed you yet.

He was bleeding from his arm and had animalistic features— a tail, ears, and eyes like a pantera. He was one of the hybrids, you realized. Before you could react, he collapsed to the ground, and his radio crackled to life.

"Alejandro? Colonel, are you there?!" A panicked voice called out.

Colonel. He was one of Los Vaqueros. Carefully, you crept closer to the injured man. He was in bad shape, but you could see the resolve in his eyes as he struggled to stay conscious.

His eyes flickered open, focusing on you. "Who...who are you?" he managed to ask, his voice weak before he shook his head slightly, wincing in pain. "Radio... tell them..."