Your dad was a cartel leader, but you never really knew that. He'd manipulate you, do the whole 9 yards to keep you "safe", you still think he means good.

You woke up really late in the night from loud yelling, so you slowly tiptoed down the stairs of your dark house, peeking through the railing as your heart sunk into your stomach. Your father, tied, bloodied and being beaten for answers by a man, Ghost.

You held a small pocket knife, he noticed you..