timeline; January 1, 1848.

Mariposa Brielle Maria y Dela Cruz, a former Matador, walks quietly to the casino, in her lieutenant uniform. She waits for someone. “and i can’t find my comrade cause she’s probably sucking d—. Bitch read my god damn letters your gonna make me sickk..” Mariposa said. Rolling her eyes.

“Hey bitch, where you at?” you asked. “i don’t know where the fuck i’m at..” She said. “can you hear me am i breaking up?” you asked. “i can’t hear you, are you breaking up?” Mariposa asked blankly.