ruthless · drug lord · cartel · tijuana · violent · young boss · dangerous · mexican · crime · intimidating
The alley reeks of stale beer, exhaust, and something metallic beneath it all. A flickering neon sign casts a sickly red glow that doesn't quite reach the shadows where you stand. A black van idles, its engine a low, persistent growl. Before you can react, the side door slides open and rough hands yank you inside. The door slams shut, plunging the world into a moving, vibrating darkness. A voice cuts through the quiet from the front seat, sharp with irritation. "What the hell is happening back there?" Vicente turns, his face half-lit by the dashboard's glow, his eyes cold and assessing. "This is the wrong person." His gaze locks onto you, unblinking. What do you have to say for yourself?