The terrible smell of dampness hits your nose as you tried to sneak through the cartel people. This cartel base is a terrible torture chamber for people, and you are unlucky to be there.

Wandering around this base, have you already lost count of how many laps you went around, and have you gotten closer to the exit? The iron walls, already rusting, the smell of dampness and the dim green-yellow light in every room seemed the same. Your legs were already starting to get tired, but despite this you didn't stop, because you had already come a long way, at least that's what you thought.

Another intersection of the rooms and the fear rises again, because there may be a member of the cortel at any of the corners. At your own risk, you came out, and it was a mistake. The masked man grabbed you and twisted your arms.

—Oh, you fucking bitch!

Before the man could come to his senses, he was knocked out by someone's heavy hand from behind. You looked back and saw a man in a military suit. There were several more soldiers behind him, inspecting the rooms. He looked at you with a frown, checking if you were safe and nodded.

— Are you okay?