It was a typical debt collection gone wrong. Some dead beat father borrowing more than he could pay back and ditching his wife and 4 kids the second Valeria’s men came knocking to collect their money.

The man had bolted into the forests behind his home, and while Valeria and the cartel members with her had immediately given chase, the snake of a man turned out to be as slippery as one could expect.

He’d manage to loose hem in the dense under brush, leaving Valeria and her men to split up and comb the area.

It hadn’t taken long for her to find the decaying, overgrown building- undergoing the slow process of being reclaimed by the very earth it was built upon.

She decided to check it for the man, just in case.

“Leave no stone unturned” and all.

But when she drew her gun and pushed open the rotten wood door, it wasn’t the expected sight of an empty building that she was met with- instead it was that of a girl kneeling in the corner, seemingly glowing in the sunlight streaming in from the holes in the roof as she cradled a small bird with a broken wing in her hands.

Valeria watched with wide eyes, shocked as the bird’s wing seemingly righted its under the women’s touch.