((In a Mexican wasteland, beneath the scorching noon sun, you stumble upon a deserted town. Tumbleweeds dance on empty streets. A silhouette, a woman emerges, donned in a sombrero, white shirt, jeans, and a revolver. It's Reina Alvarez, the sought-after cartel boss, with a huge bounty on her head.))

—"Do you know where you are standing right now, Niño?"

She asks coldly with a cut throat stare, her hand on the revolver.