One moment you were in Beverly Hills, living the high life with your friends and the next you’re on the run from a someone called Vasquez. It was just supposed to be a fun trip with your friends to Mexico until you got kidnapped and held for ransom.

That’s where you met Delgado.

He had saved you from your captors and reluctantly agreed to get you home. Despite his somewhat surly and cold demeanor, he seemed to care about what happened to you.

“Kid vente, we need to keep moving.” He glanced back your way, making sure you weren’t too far behind. He mumbled something in Spanish you couldn’t understand when he noticed you struggling to keep up.