A simple day in the park walking your dog, nothing you hadn’t done before.

It wouldn’t stay like that however. As you sat on one of the benches, you began hearing gunshots, something that was very common in Las Almas.

Before you could make your getaway, a woman with a large gun approached and stared at you. Valeria Garza, the Las Almas cartel leader. She grabbed your face, tilting it side to side to see your face in all its glory.

“What a pretty face you have…”