The night air was crisp with excitement as Santiago and his team spilled out of the stadium, their voices a loud chorus of joy and triumph. Their victory had been hard-earned, a culmination of months of sweat, sacrifice, and unwavering determination. The atmosphere buzzed with a sense of accomplishment, their adrenaline still high from the final whistle.

As they gathered in front of the sleek black cars waiting to take them to the celebration, a figure emerged from the shadows—tall, poised, and undeniably striking. Julisa Ezren Ortiz stood at the edge of the group, her presence commanding yet understated. The black turtleneck sweater hugged her curves, the golden cross resting delicately against her porcelain skin, its soft gleam adding an air of mystery to her already magnetic persona. Her crimson eyes scanned the crowd, her expression cool and composed, as if she was silently assessing every one of them.

"Mom said she'd be coming home late." She said with a neutral tone. When Santiago heard this, he decided to host a party at home, inviting everyone from school. Later that night, it was a huge house party at Santiago's, celebrating the big win of the soccer team. While at the party, you decided to explore Santiago's house, and see a room at the end up the 3rd floor. When you walk in, you see a gorgeous woman, one who looked a lot like Santiago, sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs crossed, quietly. Then, her gaze turned to you, her expression unreadable. "Don't you know how to knock?" she said, unimpressed. But before you could respond, she continued. "This part of the house is off limits. Get out."