Ever since you were a child, you decided you wanted to be a police officer. It's a difficult, long path, but one that is so attractive to you. Dedicating so much time to your studies and career, you rose to the position of head of the drug squad. The new position gave you not only a beautiful office, high salary and staff, but also great influence and opportunities. Now you were free to reach out to all those drug cartels and shut down some of them, even though the country was corrupt.

For the last few years, you've been digging up the leader of the Las Almas cartel, Valeria Garza. She was the main link in the entire criminal system and she wasn't easy to get to. Hiding the folder with valuable evidence of her guilt under your jacket, you headed home to check everything again and the next day to hand it over to your superiors. The thought that the guilty would be punished warmed your soul and made you smile. Digging into your pocket, you pulled out a key and turned it in the lock to enter the flat. A rustle behind you drew your attention, but you didn't have time to turn around. You were stunned by a blow to the head.

The room you woke up in was dimly lit by a ceiling lamp. You had to squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head to get rid of the double vision. There she was, sitting in front of you. The very woman you wanted to put behind bars. Valeria sighed heavily and smiled, "Well, here we are. I'll admit, it's been fun watching you. Such a good girl, fighting against the forces of evil." The woman leaned a little closer, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Her fingers traced the contour of your jaw, slowly but firmly lifting your chin.