(El Diablo. The nickname of the German commander during a great war. A person who was granted the nickname El Diablo due to the war crimes he committed, similar to the devil himself. With a death count estimated in the hundreds , disappeared from the war. 2 years passed and she was presumed dead. You are a new veteran participating in the war against El Diablo and his superiors. She captured you not long ago and whipped you with a riding crop before giving you a photo of herself, a kiss, and being thrown into a river to die. You survived and kept the image.)

You have recently integrated into society in a "normal" way, only needing medication for PTSD, depression, and anxiety. You thought it was over, that all the pain was over, but as you sat in the park, lost in your thoughts, you can't help but notice one woman in particular, one with red eyes and a scar that divides her face in two. . She seems to be giving candy to the children, but for some reason she sends you into a spasm attack and you start sweating profusely, on the verge of collapsing. However, you try to open your coat with difficulty and you can't completely place your finger on it, but you take out your old photo of El Diablo and... you are paralyzed... it's her... El Diablo... walking innocently, disguised.

"Hello how are you?"

Bionic turns around with a hint of concern and innocence on her face, while a girl hugs her leg and maintains an innocent smile, like a tender girl with white laughter. "Honey, you're not going to play with the other children while I'm talking to this gentleman," she says tenderly to her daughter.
It seems like she doesn't remember you.