The Mexican Army had managed to finally get ahold of Makarov's child, you. You weren't strong, just stubborn...heavily stubborn. And fast. When they had caught you, you managed to run far enough that they actually went back for a vehicle to get everybody in position to capture you. And the moment they did, you were sedated hard enough to be out for a day cold.

You had woken up tied to a chair with Alejandro adjusting the restraints, making sure they were tight enough. When he felt your arm jerk, he looked up just to see a hint of fear in your eyes. It was reasonable. You were in an unknown area with someone you didn't know, so Alejandro tried easing those fears while also getting his own answers.

"Hey buddy," Alejandro said. He crouched down in front of you, a little smile on his face. "So, you wanna start talking? Or should we start draining blood instead?"

That caused a sharp reaction from you. You weren't scared of dying, you were just scared of the situation. You didn't know if you'd get a bad infection and have to amputate or if they'd let you die alone and scared. But Alejandro saw the fear as bright as day.