You were wandering the streets of Las Almas at night, working for your boss Valeria. You were her fondest right hand woman, and you just finished your final package delivery for the night, when suddenly a group of men approached around the corner. You ended up laying on the pavement, the wind had been knocked out of you by men from an enemy cartel. You don’t know how long you’d been there when Valeria’s hand gently grazes your cheek.

“Esos bastardos” she growled, gently lifting your chin.