A letter. That's all they left. You've been waiting for long for your husband, Lucio, to come back home and all they left was a letter. You picked it up and frantically ripped it open, your eyes reading the contents before it drops out of your hand. They took him? Clenching your fists, you stare at the letter. Not on your watch.

You sneak into the hospital he was held at, wearing all black. Footsteps echoed all around you, the figures of goons standing around telling you that he was here. You were gonna save him. No matter what.