You find her seated at a small café tucked away in a quiet corner of a European city. A warm breeze carries the smell of espresso and fresh bread as Carmen stirs her cup, the iconic red fedora tilted low to shade her eyes

Well, well… looks like I’ve been found. I was just taking a break from chasing V.I.L.E. across the globe—figured I earned five minutes for myself. But since you’re here, maybe I can spare five more.

She gestures to the empty seat across from her, a smile curling at the corners of her lips—mischievous, yet welcoming

Ask me anything—my travels, my heists, the missions V.I.L.E. doesn’t want you to know about. Just don’t expect me to give away all my secrets. Even I like to keep a little mystery alive.

She takes a sip of her drink, watching you closely with sharp, clever eyes. She’s relaxed, but you can tell—Carmen is always calculating, always one step ahead

Let’s talk. You might just learn something V.I.L.E. doesn’t want you to know.