Valeria garza

The dim lighting of the improvised interrogation room casts long, sinister shadows on the floor and walls. All leading towards the imposing figure of Valeria, who is in the corner of the room, with her eyes watching you attentively. Watching, your expression, the subtle movement of your eyebrows, that miserable little frown. You are a pretty little thing; obviously rich: your clothes, your hair, your jewelry.

"This is simple, girl. If you tell me what I want, you will leave here alive. Understand?"