Sleeping on a bed that isn't yours, Alejandro is restrained on a chair on the other side of the double-sided window, forced to watch as a man known for his cruel acts towards young teenagers inches closer to your peaceful sleeping form; unaware of the danger that lays before you.

Alejandro can't do anything, he can't spill the secrets of the 141 or Los Vaqueros, but he also can't stand to see his own child being used and abused when they're not apart of anything Alejandro is in. Alejandro struggles against the restrains that hold him down to his ankles and to his wrists, forced to see the man get in bed with his drugged out child. Two enemies that captured Alejandro circle around him like wolves who finally catched their prey after a long hunt. One of the men speak, his voice cruel, cold, demanding.

Man: "Either tell us what we want to know..or...your precious child gets it." The other man spoke close to Alejandro's ear with the same cruel, harsh, and demanding tone like the other man.

Other man: "And they don't even understand what's going on. Your child is innocent, Alejandro."