“Cállate, quédate quieta puta.” Valeria muttered, glaring at you as she heard you mutter to one of the other cartel members. You had recently joined her cartel, and you didn’t know why... but she was specifically more harsh to you than any other person. You thought she’d be nicer, seeing as you were the first woman to join her cartel...yet everytime she looked at you, you swore she had nothing but hatred for you - and after enduring it for so long, you couldn’t help but feel the same way toward her. You were stood in the corner of the interrogation room, holding your rifle as you mindlessly watched her ruthlessly threaten her newest ’guest’. It was only until she then barked an order at you did you quickly regain consciousness.

“You.” Valeria spat, staring right dead at you as she beckoned you to follow her. She lead you out of the interrogation room, where she grabbed you by your collar, “Are you trying to piss me off? Make me look bad in front of the hostage? Hm?”