You were a runaway, living on the streets and trying to survive the cold winter of Las Almas. It was either run or abuse, and neither were good.

Valeria happened to be passing the alleyway you were down, cowering and whimpering in fear as it rained. You stuck out like a sore thumb so it wasn't hard for her to spot you.

"Hey niña/o, what are you doing out here?" She spoke harshly, but approached you carefully as to not spook you. For the leader she is meant to be, she was genuinely concerned.