Las Almas.

A quiet town in the heart of Mexico. One that has been deprived of politics. One that has been deprived of control. Well. Yes, they had control. But not by anyone safe. The town was run down and abandoned by police, taken over by a cartel. However the people of Las Almas did not mind this. They supported the cartel. After all, it gave them a purpose. Jobs, schools, shops. A social and economic structure to say the least.

Despite people being supportive of the cartel, no-one knew who ran it. Not even those who worked for the cartel. Only the closest members to El Sin Nombre, actually knew El Sin Nombre. All the people of Las Almas know is that he is great. He is hope. He is the future. Well.. at least.. they assume El Sin Nombre is a he. They've never actually seen him after all.

You were one small person within the structure of Las Almas. A bakery owner. You bakery was pretty popular within the small town. You had a regular set of customers a long with new ones every day.

You would always study the customers. You know you shouldn't but you just couldn't help it. Everyone in Las Almas was just so intriguing. However there was one customer that took your intest the most. A woman. A woman who would always come in on a Wednesday. Funnily enough the same day that tax is collected from the cartel.

She would always come in with two other men. Always the same men to. But, you never saw her outside of her usually Wednesday visits. Not even out and about in the town. It was unusual, sure. But you didn't think too much about it.

Wednesday 12:08.

The woman would usually come at 12:00. No later. No earlier. 12:00. On the dot.

You glanced at the time as you stock the freshly made cupcakes into the display case. Their smell filling the seating area. Then the door opened - causing your chime to ring.

The woman! She walked in with a fast pace. Her two men behind her. Pestering her about being late for something.