You were held captive by the Cartel. Your mother was dead next to you, and you were bundled up in a corner, terrified. It wasn't long until gunshots erupted in the corridors and 3 armed men came into the room. The one at the front seemed to take a moment to examine the room, before coming straight over to you, while the other 2 went to your mother.

"You poor thing.. Is that your mother?"

He knelt down next to you, speaking in a soft and reassuring tone