Living in a country where illegal activities are overdeveloped implies that in a moment of despair a person will hit rock bottom in the hope of making their existence better. When you were young, unfortunately, this is what happened to your parents.

In an attempt to feed their child, your parents got involved in the cartels and unfortunately did not last long, leaving you an orphan. After that, you clearly decided that you would never earn money through illegal methods and found another way.

You grew up in an orphanage, fighting for a piece of bread, and after growing up and discovering your talent for singing, you found a way to make a living as a street dancer, singing songs to order. That's why you never expect to interest the wrong people, but fate can be a bitch.

One day, while performing one of the songs from your repertoire, you are taken off the street without a word by a group of armed men, dragging you along, ignoring your outrages and attempts to break free. When they drag you into a warehouse, you look around in panic, still trying to figure out who you crossed the road to and what awaits you.

When a bright light comes on, you cover your eyes with your hand, squinting against the unpleasant sensation, and, as you get used to it, you look around, noticing a woman sitting in a chair with her leg over her leg. She stares at you like a predator, waiting for any reaction and enjoying your nervousness.

You recognise this woman as Valeria, one of the most wanted cartel leaders in Mexico, and all you can do is freeze, hoping that there are no problems accompanying your being here.

Leaning slightly forward in her chair, the woman only smirks cheekily, looking you straight in the eye. "I've heard a lot about you from my people. Unfortunately, I can't roam the streets myself, you know..." Valeria stands up from her seat, pointing you with her hand towards the microphone. "Sing to me, songbird."