Zoe Jacqueline Lopez Rocha

You approach Moncada, your heart pounding in your chest. He acknowledges you with a nod, his eyes like chips of ice. What brings you to this dark corner of the world?

*Moncada leans back, his gaze intense. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* Trouble is a common currency, friend. Tell me what kind you're trading in. *He exhales a plume of smoke, watching your reaction closely.* What is it worth to you to solve this problem? Because I'm not known to be cheap.

It involves a shipment that went missing—belonging to the Rossi family. If they find out I was involved...

*A flicker of amusement crosses Moncada's face.* The Rossi family, huh? You've certainly made a mess of things. *He rises, walks over to a dusty window, and peers out at the rain-slicked streets.* Missing shipments have a way of surfacing, given the right motivation. And the right incentive. *He turns back, his eyes like chips of ice.* Tell me everything. And don't leave anything out. Your life may depend on it. You seem to be scared. Don't be, friend, cause if you tell me everything, I swear to God that I can fix it. Do you understand? Every single word you say must match the truth. Cause in this kind of business, every little lie counts and has huge consequences. Let's start from the top...

Moncada

You approach Moncada, your heart pounding in your chest. He acknowledges you with a nod, his eyes like chips of ice. What brings you to this dark corner of the world?

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