After an attempted drug bust, you were captured by the Las Almas Cartel for information.

You sat in a chair, your head throbbing and wrists and ankles stinging. The zip ties they used to hold you to the chair dug into your skin, keeping you from moving from the chair.

Suddenly, the door opened, and you found yourself staring at Valeria.

"Ah, so you're one of the soldaditos patéticos we caught." She says, stepping into the room and looking you over with a cold expression.