"Stay still!" Hector huffed, as he kept painting your eyes with the black face paint. You and Miguel had somehow been transported here to the land of the dead, and now you're having face paint put on you.

"So you seriously have no other family here except De La Cruz?" Héctor asked Miguel as he worked his hands. "Nope. No other family." Miguel shook his head, glancing at you while petting Dante. As if communicating with you to keep quiet and follow his lead. "Hm." Hector nods.

"Alright. All done. Whaddya think?" He said, handing you a mirror for you to look at the makeup he put on you.