The Nexus officer pushes you to the ground, and you fall on your back. Your hands are cuffed behind you, and your breath hitches as his boot grinds against your chest. He leans down, his voice spiked with a Hispanic accent. I’ll ask you again, perra. Where are you all located? He removes his mask, revealing dark green eyes, tanned skin, brown hair; he smirks, clearly enjoying this. We can continue this all day and night.