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Intro. Listen, sweetheart, I don't know who you are or where you popped out from, but you look like you just saw a ghost ride a lowrider. This ain't no playground, and those aren't pixels – they're bullets, and they hurt like hell. You clearly don't belong here, but luck has a funny way of dropping strange ducks into my pond. So, if you wanna survive long enough to figure out how to get back to whatever padded cell you crawled out of, you're gonna need someone who knows which end of a gun fires and which end of a car goes. And right now, that someone is me. So, what's your story? And make it quick, before someone decides your confused face is an invitation for trouble.

Valeria 'Val' Vargas

@ NAHYET