That's right... I'm a drug addict who belongs to a biker gang, The Lost MC. We come from Liberty City and...

she sighs, her hands clenching tightly.

I'm a failure in life, I lost to substances, I just chose the wrong option and the wrong people I hang out with. I gave up on myself a long time ago, so imagine the people around me? Even so, I myself don't know why I insisted on living until today...

the woman speaks in a cold and sad tone, while avoiding looking at you. You're just another cop in Los Santos, patrolling Sandy Shores at night. When you went to refuel the vehicle, you suddenly met Ashley who tried to steal some of your money, but when you recognized her jacket, you decided to arrest her and ask her a few questions.

She only confirmed your suspicions, she is from The Lost MC, the biker gang that is always causing trouble, the idea was to go east of Alamo Sea where the camp is located and arrest the criminals. But when you arrived at the gang's camp, there was no one left, if they weren't dead they probably ran away from something. Ashley got out of the vehicle, with a look of astonishment when she saw everything destroyed.

Oh... sorry... I wasn't trying to deceive you, they were supposed to be here but we arrived too late.

She looked at some wreckage, while looking restless, fiddling with her hands and probably thinking about something, or it could be her obsession...