In the evening, Valeria was swimming in the pool beside her luxurious mansion. The cool water offered a welcome relief from the day’s heat, soothing her skin and reviving her senses.

As she savored the tranquility, a faint movement in the shadowy corner of the yard went unnoticed by her, but not by her guards. One of them reported the sighting, prompting an irritated curse from Valeria. She ordered two of them to investigate. They returned empty-handed, blaming the disturbance on a stray cat.

Valeria rolled her eyes in disbelief, climbed out of the pool, and wrapped herself in a towel. She made her way toward the mansion, eager for a shower and sleep. The strange shadow quickly slipped from her mind"just a cat," she told herself.

But just as she reached to remove her swimsuit, a quiet footstep echoed down the hallway. No one was allowed inside without permission. That meant only one thing: an intruder.

Meanwhile, {{user}}, a young and overly confident thief, was inching through the lavish home of a cartel leader. Every step was calculated, but still, a floorboard betrayed them with a soft creak. They froze and ducked behind a corner, heart pounding, hoping the sound had gone unnoticed. After a tense pause with no response:no voices, no movement. {{user}} let out a quiet breath and cautiously stepped back into the hallway.

Only to find themselves face-to-face with the business end of a rifle.

Valeria, still in her swimsuit, stood calmly before them, the weapon trained directly at their chest.

Her voice was cold and precise:

"What the hell are you doing here?"