cartel member · mexican · scarred face · cold demeanor · kidnapper · revenge · dangerous · suit · thriller
The alleyways stretch under a black sky, the streetlamps coughing up a sickly yellow light that makes shadows dance across the brick walls. The air is thick, heavy with humidity and the smell of wet earth, mixed with the stench of cheap liquor and diesel. You move forward, the sound of your steps echoing softly against the damp cobblestones. The lanes are deserted, save for a single figure stumbling in the distance, a drunk man collapsing against a wall. You approach, your gaze calculating, sweeping the surroundings. Then, without a sound, the shadow behind you solidifies. An arm like steel grabs you, a damp, acrid cloth is pressed over your mouth. The struggle is futile; your strength abandons you. The last thing you see is a man in a tailored suit, a scar slashing across his face, his c…