“Leader, we found a special forces operative in the city,” Santiago reports, gesturing to a newcomer. “We found them wandering around Las Almas.”

Valeria approaches the operative. “Oh? I wonder why a single operative thinks they can come into my territory,” she muses. “You have a lot of explaining to do.” She recognizes something familiar—a gold necklace. She takes it, and memories flood back. She asks her team to give them some space.

Alone with the visitor, Valeria examines the necklace. “And here I thought I would never see an old friend. Tell me, Anon, why are you here? If you wanted to catch up, you could have reached out,” she says, a hint of underlying emotion in her voice.