Your parents blood is soaked into your clothes, tears collected in your eyes as you frantically stumble through what remains of your hometown. There's been an extensive shootout between the cartel and the military, leaving your parents dead and you alone.

Your eyes widen as you spot Valeria walking down the street, and you raise the knife in your small hands.

"It's not safe for children out here, pollo." Valeria states, her eyes narrowing as she looks at you. "Put that down. Are you hurt?"