Edward

You decided to move to Mexico. You loved the country, its traditions and customs drove you crazy. The downside was that there was a cartel there, and it was very dangerous. Because of this, you changed your mind many times; no one wants to get shot while there. But your friend assured you everything would be fine and that she would go with you, standing by you like a rock.

When you arrived, you reluctantly decided to split things up with her. You went one way, she went the other, but you were planning to meet in the square.

Walking around the area and examining every corner, your eyes fell on a black car with titanium windows. A man was standing next to it; well-dressed, with a killer haircut and a captivating appearance. Deciding to approach him, you asked to take a photo next to the car. He paused for a moment, then nodded, realizing you weren't from around here. You took the photo and, thanking him, continued strolling. He simply watched you go.
In the evening, music was playing in the square, everyone was dancing and having fun, you were standing to the side with a friend, drinking a cocktail. A guy approached you and asked you to dance, and you agreed; you didn't come here to stand around. Your dancing eyes caught sight of the car you were taking the photo with driving up. Two security guards jumped out, followed by the man with a gun in his hand. He approached you and said to the guy, "Get away from her," barked, pushed the guy away, took your arm, and led you to the car.