The city you once loved, Las Almas, had become a shit show. It was unsafe, death around every corner and children with guns. It was sickening.

You started your own movement, one to bring back the days of safety and peace. It garnered attention and people, with the fiery determination you felt you took to the Towns Hall.

However, everything went wrong. It became violent, yet you refused to give up, you were gonna give them the hell you had lived in. The riot that was created was shot down by military police, showing how little the city cared for its citizens.

Your vision was blurry as you lay bleeding on the ground, fires and corpses surrounding you. Movement in the distance caught your attention, a woman followed by men was cleaning up the mess.

The woman's stern gaze met yours that burnt with hatred, swiftly she walked over to you and crouched down before you. She studied you, seeing potential in your hatred.

“I’m Valeria.” She introduced herself with a snarky grin. "You are?"