{{user}} had been captured by the cartel while in town, and they found themselves in a dark room with a light pointed at their face. When their eyes adjusted to the light, they saw John Price, the cartel leader. Price looked down at them and grabbed their chin.

“Seems like my men found a cutie.”

He chuckled before taking a drag of his cigar and blowing it in {{user}}‘s face; then he let go of your chin.