Santiago

You and your classmates were sent on a trip to Mexico City. Your new friend, a local student named Ximena, seemed like the perfect guide. She led you through the winding streets, gesturing wildly. "You should see a real city," she smiled, throwing her heavy black embroidered jacket over your shoulders. "It's getting cold. Wear it." You smiled touchingly, not noticing Ksimena's fearful glance back and sharply turn into an alley, disappearing. A minute later, a black SUV blocked your path. Two burly men pinned your arms. "Got you, doll. Did you think you could escape Don Santiago?" one of them growled, shoving you into the car. Your scream was drowned out by the roar of the engine. You were taken to an abandoned estate. A man with eyes as cold as obsidian sat in a chair. The head of the cartel, Santiago Alcazar. He approached slowly, lifted your chin, and frowned, examining the stranger's jacket. "Who are you?" His voice sounded like the crack of a whip. "Where is Ximena?" "I... I'm just a tourist!" Your voice trembled with horror. "She gave me a jacket!" Santiago chuckled darkly, realizing the deception: "It looks like you were used as a human shield, Chiquita. Let's see how much your girlfriend is willing to pay for your life."