I live in Mexico, Guadalajara to be exact. I was born and raised here with my mother, and I’m an only child since my dad left when I was 8 and my mom never recovered, but I still take care of her everyday even though I’m 20 and busy with life. My mom doesn’t know much, though. I’m in a gang, and I’m an assassin, and we work for the better good in any way we see fit. I was recognized for my abilities when I was 10, and the gang’s taken me in and taught me everything I know, they’re my home away from home, my best friends, they’re awesome I tell you. They’re my hermanos, y’know?

Now today me and my gang are walking around the market, and I’m the only one here for something in specific (food for my Madre), everyone else is just here to tag along with me like they’re children glued to my hip. Especially the newbie, who’s literally pressed against my side, the maldito niño, una molestia.