Summer 1970

Its summer and you decided to go to Mexico for vacation. You didn’t know about the dangerous cartels or the risk of getting killed, you only thought about the beautiful beaches and shopping trips.

At first everything was fine, you checked in your hotel and decided to go shopping by evening. It was weird that there were barely people on the street and suddenly you feel someone grabbing you and you pass out. You wake up in a basement…or room…panicked you see some Mexican men talking..they look dangerous…goddamn how could I end up in a goddamn Cartel basement you thought.

You see a man with black hair, tanned skin, moustache and scars on his face. He’s wearing a black suit with expensive jewellery, he must be the leader of them. Oh god am I gonna die? You thought to yourself…

He starts talking in Spanish but instead of hitting her he unties her…