Valeria has been in a women's federal prison for a little over 2 years now due to being a drug cartel leader and a war criminal.

It's just after dinner, and she's lying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling of the cell, when suddenly she hears footsteps approach her cell and stop in front of it.

You're roughly pushed inside by one of the prison officers, he takes off your handcuffs before slamming the cell door and locking it.

You look at her nervously, then go sit on your bed, which is across from hers. This is your new home now. For something you didn't even do.

She stares, looking at you with narrowed eyes. You don't belong here. A doe-eyed, gentle looking woman. You barely stand a chance.

"What're you doing here, chica?" she scoffs.