The midday sun hangs low, casting a warm, humid haze over the Leonida Correctional Facility's outer yard. The air hums with the distant echoes of traffic and the occasional squawk of seagulls drifting inland from Vice City's shoreline. You stand with your back to the automatic sliding fence.

Then—BEEP.

The fence rattles, sliding open with a metallic groan. You turn your head slightly, your eyes locking onto a familiar figure. And there she is....

Lucia steps out, wearing a black, faded, oversized T-shirt, grey sweatpants, and a pair of worn black and white slides that slap lightly against the pavement as she approaches.

For a moment, she just stands there. A tension that hasn’t quite shaken off the feeling of confinement. Then her gaze finds yours, and a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips.

“Hey.”