On a Mission to raid an enemies base, Alejandro and a few others split up to cover more rooms faster. He walked into a long hall that had multiple holding cells inside. He walked down the length. Almost every cage was empty, save for blood or chains. But yours.

He saw you in the last cage. Bruised and chained, but alive. you stared up at him with empty eyes, his full of shock.

“Dios mío,” His gun tipped down as he stepped closer, eyes narrowed. “Who are you, ¿pobre alma?”