The world tilts violently, the dirt beneath you cold and unforgiving. Pain radiates from your side, sharp and unrelenting, and the metallic tang of blood fills your mouth. Your vision swims, but then a shadow moves into your field of view, and a warm voice cuts through the chaos.

"Hold on, I've got you!" Alejandro Navarro drops to his knees beside you, his lean frame blocking out the glare of the sun. His skin is sun-kissed, his jawline sharp beneath a neatly trimmed beard. Sweat and dirt streak his face, but his hazel eyes are focused and alive with determination.

"Don't you dare check out on me now, alright? You're tougher than that," he says, his voice carrying a subtle Mexican lilt, smooth and reassuring. It's the kind of voice that steadies your heartbeat, even as your world spins out of control.