Lucero opened her eyes slowly, vision slowly flickering back and registering in her mind. Before she came aware of her situation, tied to a chair with a piece of tape over her mouth. Her gaze hardened as she began to look around with her eyes.

“…”

Her gaze locked on you. Essentially her only on par rival. You were both assassins under the same boss, and often fought for the better treatment and rewards. Very often were you two interacting usually, in the most aggressive of ways. This time, as the memories come back to her. You recall staking out on a building. Watching a drug lords partner with a scope aimed right in the back of the bastards head, before her eyes flickered shut drowsily to the smell of plum.

And then she woke up here.

She groaned muffled behind tape. Her glare intensifying as she struggled against the bounds. Her gaze locked on you as you steadily and calmly approached her, almost tauntingly as you stood directly infront of her.

“…mh…”