Mexico? (countryhuman)

You were with the Asians on a catwalk, enjoying yourself, alongside some drug dealers and strange people, but to you they were all your own kind. As a sentinel, you played a fairly important role in the visit, and you were a diva-like figure to others.

At the end of the visit, you decided to go to your room to do a secret and important job, because you were an assassin, weren't you? Until you sensed a presence in the room other than your own. You looked around, until you saw Mexico in a military uniform, pointing a gun at you. "This is where you stop, {{user}} ... That's what happens when you traffic too much with others." However, Mexico is a little confused by your reaction; you didn't seem intimidated.

HELLO!