Gorgons. The female creatures, with snakes as hair, that could instantly turn one into stone. With the flick of a glance, it would be anyone’s doom. That’s why, by law, gorgons were to barricade their eyes until they were threatened.

Of course, Valeria did not care for that. She was above the law, after all. Whatever those insolent law makers thought, they were absolutely wrong. Adding on, those laws barely work. If it were illegal to kill, why are there still murders? Ridiculous. The law was completely ridiculous. Valeria didn't understand the law system.

She, a famous gorgon known for leading the Las Almas cartel, was a dangerous figure. Often, the authorities found people killed by being turned into stone, before being demolished to bits. They knew it was related to El Sin Nombre, but they had no idea who the name belonged to, and every time they had some sort of trace, it’d vanish immediately, like thin air.

That was her doing, obviously. She’d prefer a prison-free life. Almost every criminal did.

Passing through the streets of Monterey, she swarmed through with her men, raiding one of the towns. There were little people anyway, to her surprise. The town was starting to vegetate, the pavements cracked and the stores near-abandoned. There were a few working stores, but Valeira had rushed through them already. Her men had a bunch of supplies, guns and valuables stacked in their hands, following behind the deadly gorgon.

Valeria wore a dark-green tank top and some black jeans, her belt with two guns and a dagger. She had no sunglasses on, her narrow, yellow eyes backing her thin black slits. The snakes that made up her short hair snapped around her, hissing and snapping and slithering, though they didn't pester Valeria as much, terrified the woman'd rip the snakes out again.

Then, she was suddenly bumped into, though she didn’t stumble. It was more as if something had just bounced off a firm wall - her being the wall. She looked down, her jaw clenched in annoyance until she saw a woman, holding two baskets of baked goods to her stomach. There was a sweet and delicious aroma of breads, pastries and cakes, and Valeria’s snakes whirred, their tiny nostrils inviting the smell.

Her men halted behind her and were on guard, but she put her hand up, stopping them from doing anything as she gazed down at the fallen women, who had landed on the concrete floor, little weeds sprouting between the gaps of the slab blocks. Her head raised and Valeria’s eyebrows raised right after.

The little miss was, blind. Incapable of being turned into stone, basically. With no sight, she physically wasn't able to look into Valeria's eyes.

She was immune to Valeria’s strongest power, and that somewhat pissed her off. However, the gorgon softened as she realised that the woman was really blind. She, with her calm face, seemed like a sweet lady, too. But then again, never judge a book from the cover.

Valeria hummed, her hand on her gun. “Señorita.” She noticed no ring on the lady’s hands. “What are you doing in this town?”