DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. This story contains content that might be disturbing to some readers including but not limited to; Sexual assault, abuse, self-harm and suicide, violence, pornographic content, kidnapping and abduction, mental illness, hateful language, nudity, murder, torture.

EPISODE 1

"How did I get here? Why am I like this? My head, it hurts..." Mateo was in a state of numbness with these thoughts as he inhaled rusty and metallic smells to his lungs. He could not see clearly, had a blur in his mind. All he knew was that he didn't do anything, he was completely innocent. However, the sight of the burly man standing in front of him nevertheless prompted him to apologize. His arms were bound to a chair in chains and his body was completely bare. It was dark and silent until the door opened and a man came in with his rattle shoes. His hair wasn't that less to be bald, but not too much to comb either. After that guy arrived, the big man that Mateo had first seen, bowed respectfully and went over to him. He grabbed his shoulder and made sure he was sitting tightly in the chair he was tied to. Mateo was feeling too lethargic to lift his head as the guy started talking "Mr. Garcia, give us what we want and get out of here, it is that simple. I'm asking you, where is that box? " Mateo's eyes were closing, he began to remember how he had come into this situation as he started to fall asleep.

It was a very ordinary day, no different than the others. In the dawn of the sun, he was preparing a meal while hearing the sizzling sounds from the oldest television of the century. "Good morning everyone, this is the Channel 2 news. We begin today by explaining that neither side did not back down in the ongoing mafia conflicts. Total deaths caused by the La Rosa mafia group have exceeded five thousand. In this case, when La Cleve, who was on the defeated side for a long time, would raise the surrender flag was a matter of public opinion. However, over the past few months, La Cleve seems to be regaining its former strength. The public thinks that La Rosa's leader, Sebastian, is dead or too sick to lead the group anymore. According to La Cleve's boss El Hombre, La Rosa's time is over, and they will become one of the dusty pages of history. How many more lives will be given for the sake of this war-" television is turned off by Mateo. "I think all this dark news is enough right grandma? Otherwise, you can't sleep at night. "Mateo gave his grandmother -who looked like a typical 80-year-old woman- her breakfast. "I will be out of work late today, you know I have to work overtime. I put the phone here too, if anything happens, call me. The uncle, who works in the repair shop, said that the phone is at least capable of calling. But it even won't be able to do that soon. I might have to find another second-hand phone. The place where I work has assigned me to a different position, now I am closer to home. If there is a problem, I can come immediately." After his grandmother slowly nodded her head affirmatively, Mateo left the house to make his way to his school. Normally, in the mornings the sun glistened with all its might, birds chirped, and children who had not yet reached school age would shout and play games in the streets. But today was different, the weather was dark and gloomy. Thinking that it is normal to have such weather in April, he cleared his mind and continued on his way. He looked at the boys running around the street and could not ignore the fact that such innocent souls would become gang members in the future. Gangs, mafia, and cults are everywhere in this city, it is known to the whole of Mexico. Although he lived in a terrible and dangerous place, Mateo had to stay there. His grandmother's treatment requires a lot of money, and Mateo would go to work right after school without any rest. Strangely, it was best to be a child in such a dangerous place. It was as if all the wild groups had decided not to touch the children in a meeting. Only children were comfortable and free there. Of course, there were families who took advantage of this and used their children to join the drug chain. Mateo used to feel devastated by this, but now he thinks it is pointless. Because even if they were innocent in their childhood, they would eventually become a member of one side. Whether this is a religious sect or a mafia. With a chain, their fate is locked on this. While he was drowning in these thoughts, he noticed that he had arrived at his school. Mateo was a high school senior and had to prepare for college exams. However, he could not spare time for his lessons from working to take care of his grandmother. Even though he somehow arranges a time for the lessons, he loses interest after a while and he caught up in listening to music. Ten years ago, when Mateo was eight years old, his grandmother was way better than she is now. They would walk together and have fun. Mateo had won a music player from the game machines on the beachside of Mexico. This machine cost a very low price because it was really hard to win prizes. Although he was not good at his classes, his analytical thinking was quite great. He would make notes in his notebook after each attempt, correct his mistakes and try again. Even after trying exactly six times, he had never thought of giving up. That day, he was again trying to get away from the reality of the school by overloading himself with aggressive music. Maybe he was trying to get away from the life he lived, not the reality of the school. The music he listens to reminds him of the people he had always dreamed of being. No one could stand up to them, people would tremble with fear as they even spoke their names. They were strong, very powerful. This power was not just physical, it was also the power of thought. Mateo had always been an oppressed kid, he had no friends, and even his teachers hardly contacted him. It was only his bullies who interacted with him. Knowing that he had no money, they were finding different ways to enjoy him. Either they beat him until he could not stand up, or they make him do things that he doesn't want to do. Perhaps they were relieving themself from the burden of this loathsome city by choosing violence. The bullies were adults over the age of 18, like Mateo. While they, too, had to study and make an effort to save themselves from here, they accepted their destiny and submitted to it. A group of three bullies squeezed Mateo on a deserted floor of the school. "We saw you taking out the garbage, there were a lot of bloody napkins. Are you menstruating or what Mateo? " He got very close to Mateo's face. "Do you know where women get hurt when they menstruate, huh?" After saying these, he palmed Mateo's crotch and squeezed it with all his might. Mateo was no longer feeling pain because these kinds of things had happened to him over and over. Seeing that he was not hurt, the boy got angry and started kicking him after knocking him down. After going on like this for a while and there was blood coming out of his mouth, a whistle was heard. It was the sound the teacher made. "What is happening there!?" The boy took Mateo on his shoulder and said, "Nothing, sir, we were joking, we are going to our class right now," and ran away while carrying him. They warned him not to say anything, and after one last blow, they headed to the classroom. Mateo took out wet and dry napkins from his bag, cleaned himself, and entered the classroom. The teacher who saw him got angry and said, "Do you know what time it is!? Why are you running late? You are even a senior student, don't you have any sense of responsibility? How will you schedule your day in the future? Tell me how do you get your life in order? Hah, if there is a fucking human resources employee who is stupid enough to hire you... sit down now." Mateo wasn't angry because he was aware of the feeling of living in this horrible city. In this cruel city, everyone had found a way to take the pain of the despicable life they live through other things. Mateo himself was a very good hunter. Maybe it's a genetic trait that his ancestors provided. He was hunting rabbits and squirrels with the bow and arrow he made. However, he was not doing this for pleasure or to take the angry feeling out of his body. He has no choice, he has to hunt in order to get food. He has been doing this for three years now. His shoots became sharper and sharper. After those words of the teacher, the whole class shouted and laughed at Mateo's state, but only one person was giving him a sharp glance.

"Aren't you going to do anything? When will you let her know her limits? " his gaze seemed to say. You are awful, nothing, you have no value in this world, different from the eyes that spread these thoughts, it was the first time that Mateo had seen these eyes. After his eight-hour school time was over, he left the classroom to go to work. He ran into his teacher who earlier saved him from the bullies. He hoped that the teacher wouldn't talk to him because the teacher's speech would only bring him more trouble. "Hey you! Were you really joking with your friends today or is there a problem? You can tell me, I can help you. It was Mateo Garcia, right? You do not have a mother or a father, and your only parent cannot attend meetings. Remember that there is someone who can help you, " said the teacher. "No sir, we were just joking, please don't dig for more, have a nice day." He rushed away from there and went to the workplace.

Hours passed, it was 10 o'clock in the evening. He was passing a shortcut on his way to his house. It was an empty, dark, long road between two buildings like in horror movies. Emergency exits of both buildings lead there. He was listening to music on this shortcut he passed by every day. Suddenly the door of the building on the left opened, and before he could understand what was happening, a wicker sack was placed over his head. He was then knocked unconscious with a hard blow to his head. When he had regained his consciousness, he found himself chained to a chair. He was unaware of his surroundings and was confused. After a while, that man came. "Mr. Garcia, give us what we want and get out of here. I'm asking you where is that box?" Mateo, on the other hand, fell asleep and remembered his day till he woke up with the big man's fist. He smiled strangely, "Mr. Garcia, my name is Santiago, they call me El Hombre, you may have heard me. I would have liked to shake your hand but you are not in a position to do it. We can do this really easily. All you have to do is tell us where what we want is. "I won't be so polite next time I ask." said the man. "I did nothing wrong, I don't know anything, please leave me, I have no money, I can not be of any use to you". "Although I said we could easily get along". As El Hombre shook his head, the large man Mateo first saw pulled a pair of pliers from a huge toolbox. He grabbed Mateo's ankle with one hand and placed the pliers on the nail of his little finger. He took a deep breath and pulled the pliers with all his might. Mateo, who had been used to being beaten and crushed and no longer hurt... felt pain. His scream was so loud that he understood by the echo that he was in a totally big empty place. Presumably, after he passed out, they moved him elsewhere. The man was emotionless as he put the bloody nail in a bag. Mateo's foot started shaking. He was feeling cold as he was also naked in the metal chair. Despite writhing in pain, his logic was not lost, on the contrary, it was working much harder. He started to think to himself "They're talking about a box, is it a box with lots of money in it? No, I have nothing to do with this. What is it that you call a box? If he had explained it more specifically, maybe I could say something and try to get out of here." he breathed in and buried his pain as he started to talk "I don't know what you are talking about. You have to give a me little more detail" he said. The man went to insert the pliers on his other finger till El Hombre stopped him. He lost his filter of respect and started to speak loudly. "Hahahahah very unusual! You fucking Mateo, normally you had to beg for your life and tell us you didn't have what we wanted. Everyone who is tortured and doesn't want to let information out would do that. But you asked me for more information. What are you trying to do to save some time? I don't think so, because we have researched your whole life. You have nobody but a lonely grandmother. That's why I can't understand and I've come this far. You see I'm a busy person, I lead the whole group. Tell me, I am very curious, what would a high school student living with his grandma really do with this shit? Tell me why did that guy give me your address? Who are you, what are you! ". After this loud speech from El Hombre, Mateo replied with an equal volume, "I am nothing! I have never owned anything in my life. I don't know what's in that box, but if it's money you're looking for, you can be sure there isn't any! I would tell you that you can go into my house and search everywhere, but I'm sure your men have already done this while I was away. You will not find it, because I am not the one you are looking for." Although he could speak logically, he was shaking as he said all this. He could not control his nature out of fear and his bladder was emptied. The sounds of urine dripping from the chair were echoing all over the basement. "Okay son, if you want to play like this, suit yourself. There is no error in our calculations. Although you may not realize it, this box with something more valuable than money is in your area. I'll give you a month, during this time if you bring the box I'll give you back your freedom ". "Give back my freedom?" Mateo was shocked. "Oh yes, you think you won't do us any good, but you're wrong. From now on, you are our property. I will give you work to do and you will do it. " Mateo lowered his head and thought to himself; Oh yes I see, there is no such thing as a box, this was all a trick. They were just looking for someone to smuggle drugs to them. But why would the whole El Hombre come this far for that? Is he a copycat? It seems like I can't comprehend this right now. He looked up and said, "What if I can't find the box?" "You already know the answer to that." said Hombre. I found out the salvation from here, Mateo thought. "But I don't have time, I have a grandmother to take care of if I suddenly quit and start working for you, the police will understand what is happening. Then the arrows may point you " El Hombre started laughing. "You really are an extraordinary person. Of course you are right, as I said, we know all this before. There is something you don't understand, who said you will quit your job? You leave work around 8 pm and 10 pm, and after that, you have a lot of free time. As you can imagine, dark work is done in the dark. I am sure that after you bring that box, you will want to work with us. Because if you are one of us and not a slave, you will have enough money to look after your grandma like kings. Frankly, I would like to have rational thinkers like you in my team. But if you don't find the box, I would be sad that pretty face of yours will be dog food. " After El Hombre said these, the chains restricting Mateo's freedom were unraveled and he was blindfolded and left home. After he came to his house, he took off his blindfold and rushed to his grandmother. She looked alive and well, and she even slept as if nothing had happened. The surroundings were scattered, everywhere was broken and spilled. Certain places where people could hide things were broken even if they were walls. Mateo started searching and tidying the house at the same time. After it was all over, he laughed to himself and said, "I'm naive enough to think that I'll really find a box. They're just looking for someone to do their dirty work, that's all, you're a stupid idiot. " It was one o'clock at night, he put on some clothes and went to bed. He had a habit he made on a daily basis. Before going to bed every night, he thought in detail about what he experienced that day, what he said to people, how people treated him. Despite all this, he was still the target of bullying.

The next day started, after realizing that it was not all a dream, he woke up with the slap of reality. His last class was cancelled and he went to work. The place where he worked was similar to American shops where everything was just a dollar. The long corridors had a lot of unnecessary, unuseful stuff that people could buy very cheaply. It also had lower and upper floors. He sometimes worked as a cashier and sometimes as a shelf clerk. He was a cashier today and he would not like being it. He hated the fact that people expected high quality in what they bought so incredibly cheaply. A woman came, "How old are you? Shouldn't you be in school? Ahahah, look at that, guess he is not even smart enough to pass through high school so he started working at this age. What'cha gonna do? The country needs brainless workers too. Anyway, we bought these, keep the change so you can buy your poor stomach some food." The change was just 10 pesos. Mateo wasn't just getting bullied at school. As if life was constantly sending such people to him for some reason. It was not even worth fighting with someone who thinks that he/she was strong enough to crush people with this cheap wealth. On the other hand this man who hurried into the shop, was different. He grabbed a lighter and handed the money over to Mateo. There was also a piece of paper under the bill, but Mateo realized it after the man left. There was only an address and a time on the paper. Thinking that Hombre had ordered this, he went to that address at that hour. He told his grandmother that he had taken another job and that he is going to deliver at night. This was an abandoned basement, not much different from the other. A man led him into a sterile-looking room. There was another man there who looked like a surgeon. He looked at Mateo and his scared face and "Hello my dear, you have nothing to fear. The skin can stretch a lot," he said. "Sorry? I don't understand. I wasn't told anything!" Mateo replied. "I'm tired of telling this to your idiot brains every time. There's a classic drug smuggling thing you see in movies, you know, you take drugs out of your ass and deliver them or something? That's what's going to happen." "But there are five packs out there! Each one is probably three centimeters wide, even if I wanted to, I couldn't." "I'm going to give you something so your anus can expand a little bit more. But you should not stand up for a while after the procedure is over, because your anus is too loose to close up again. After standing at the table for a while, you will go to the delivery address." Mateo couldn't comprehend what was happening right now. How could he really do this? But they knew his home address and could hurt his grandmother. He glanced at the bags again, they were prepared with great professionalism. Moreover, they were slippery so that they could easily enter the anus. He tried the first one, but it was too wide. He asked what he should do, because he couldn't do it. "The answer is fingers! You will know how to use your fingers" said the man who looked like a surgeon.

Some time passed, and he finally managed to get all five of them in. But right now, he had to lie on the table for as long as the man said. The light that hits this white thin metal table was bright. The t-shirt he was wearing was so small that his bare waist was touching the table. The coldness of the table and the situation he was in now made him feel like a used cheap slut. At least, he thought, worse things could happen. When the time came, he got up from the table and the man he came here with took her to an airport. His heart felt like it was going to explode, although he could think rationally in times of danger, right now he was struggling not to suffocate himself like yesterday. The man didn't get out of the car, Mateo headed alone to the airport gate. His feet was trying to go backwards. Meanwhile, time had slowed down immensely for him. He could feel the blood rushing to his brain. He started to think by himself "I have five packs of drugs inside me and no one is controlling me right now. Maybe I should find an exit other than where I came from and escape. By running away and selling these drugs, I'll get the money I can easily get out of here with my grandma. But why did the boss of the huge La Cleve mafia tried so hard for me? Why did he talk to me face to face yesterday? If this were a very simple mob recruiting operation, one of his men could have given this speech. Maybe there really is a box and it has something to do with me. Because it was so important to him, he didn't trust his men and wanted to talk to me face to face. He could also be a copycat. Or maybe it is somehow personal to him that he wanted to see me. Another thing that stuck in my mind is that five packs of drugs are very expensive. Do they really think I can't escape from here? I'm sure there's an emergency exit around here somewhere. What if when I get out of there, there is someone waiting in front of me with a gun in their waist? Maybe it's a sham to test my loyalty, otherwise why would they leave me alone? Is there an undercover man of theirs? Again, armed men might be waiting at the door of my home. If I don't do it, they might kill my grandma. I guess I don't have any choice. My legs never stop shaking. Security will know something is wrong." With trembling steps, Mateo made his way to the gates. He was about to be within sight of security when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him towards them. "You are coming with me, Hombre sent me". He wondered if this was really their man: Why would he stop me? Maybe they thought that I couldn't stand the pressure and screw it all up, and maybe they're right. Mateo couldn't lift his face at all. Grabbing his arm, this mysterious person took him to another exit of the airport. There were no cars or people around, so he was relieved. After walking in dead silence for 15-20 minutes, they came to an abandoned hut. His face could not be seen in the darkness of the surroundings. The man turned on his phone and its flashlight and placed it somewhere up. As the phone brightened the atmosphere, Mateo felt a momentary flash of lightning in his heart. The man was not a big old mafia guy as he thought, he was a child like him. "These eyes... I know you! You are in the same class as me!" he said. "You were like a fawn that had seen a tiger. You were going to ruin everything, I had to do something. We'll try again, for now, sit here". The boy pulled two of the chairs in the hut and made him sit on one of them, and he sat on the other. Mateo could no longer think of things logically. The person in front of him was his age, they were in the same school. The danger was always by his side with a cold breath. This person resembled models with his curly hair and golden ratio facial structure. He was slightly taller than Mateo and looked slightly more muscular than him. No one would have thought that he was a mafia member at first sight. He did not look like a bodyguard either. Or did he fall into this shithole like me?, he thought to himself. "I remember you! You were the only one in Juana's class that day who didn't laugh at me. What were you thinking at that time?" said Mateo. "Is there any point in talking about it?" said the boy slowly. "I thought talking a little about daily life would help me calm down.". "I felt sorry for you, but unlike those idiots, I didn't think it was entertainment. Your pathetic state made me angry. Why don't you do something? Why do you bow your head and accept your fate when everyone is crushing you?" "To avoid getting in trouble." said Mateo with a low voice. The boy lost his emotionless state and stood up angrily and slammed his hand on the table and said "Do you think this works? Does it really fucking work?? We've been in the same school since high school and you've been people's punching bag ever since. Has anything changed? No, then why do you continue in this mind? Why don't you fight?" "I can't! I'm not a mafia man like you. It doesn't look like I will ever become one. I'm sure in a month you'll think I'm a worthless shit and kill me." Tears flowed from his eyes as he began to raise his voice. "I didn't choose this life! I didn't choose to be born in this fucking place, live this shitty life. I couldn't take it anymore and accepted my destiny. I'm going to take care of my grandmother in her final years and then kill myself. Even if I disappear from this world, no one will be sad. I have no one but my grandmother. When she goes, I will too. So there is no fucking point in fighting!" While saying all this, Mateo himself realized that he had spoken so loudly to anyone for the first time. He had hurt his throat, and his voice was now hoarse and raspy. He felt like in the empty nothingness where the nearest object is miles away, a light breeze blew against his body, shattered his bones into pieces. He tried but could not pick up the bones, he is just slowly becoming one with the cold ground. He had given up. He continued with his hurt voice "My actions will not matter, at all, even if I kill myself." The boy sat back in his chair and took Mateo's hand. They were cold and shaking. He began to speak in a calm, peaceful tone while looking directly into Mateo's teary eyes. "As humans when we are at rock bottom, we unintentionally think the worst. You have to realize one thing, even if you don't have anyone except your grandmother now, there's no guarantee that you won't have anybody in the future. Also sooner or later you will understand that you do not need someone to live with." Warm hands of the boy stopped Mateo's hands from shaking. He continued "I learned the value of life while working in this shithole. I don't have anyone, you know? I don't even have a grandmother. The people next to me you see in classes are not actually my friends. I just keep them around so I have a solid back if anyone messes with me. I neither know their life nor they know mine. I don't have a mother or father, I always grew up alone. I was always born in this pit and thought I would die here. But a while ago I had to bury someone for the first time. The fact that the corpse lay there solely, motionless and soulless made me realize and understand. The cold I felt when I touched that corpse sent lightning bolts to my brain. Do I really need someone to live? Can't people be alone and happily chase their dreams? After all, when you die you will be buried alone. I thought that if I had to lay my head on someone's shoulder, it would be mine again. I have learned to be alone, we are all alone in this life, Mateo. Even your shadow leaves you alone in the dark, don't forget that." Mateo interrupted. "No, you are wrong. You haven't learned to be alone. You just put up a silent fight. There are those who choose solitude in this world, but there is no one who can stand it." The boy's eyelids opened wide as he realized he was thinking it all wrong. He felt the coldness of being alone as if the walls that were protecting him were shattered into pieces with a few words of Mateo. "Am I really just withstanding my pain and delaying my pleasure for protecting myself? What if happiness can be found in people? Am I scared to have a relationship because it will make me weaker? Maybe the right person is waiting for me by that beach. A person who can fill the hole in my heart that I have never known it existed. Whatever happens, I'm going to break down the part I am in this chain. I will achieve my goal and write my own destiny. I will not be in this meaningless gear of killing." Mateo replied in a low, weary tone, "So what are you going to do to change this future? What is your plan?". The boy took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling, "My plan? Hmmm, unlike you, I work there. Have you ever wondered why little kids go to the mafia when they come of age? It's really making a lot of money. After I have the amount, I will change my identity and leave here. I want to spend my life in a place where I can breathe the smell of the bright sea " Mateo started to cry again. "Why are you crying?" said the boy. "Thank you, this dream is so human and beautiful. I will follow your path. Even if my grandmother is not in the picture, I will work for you so that your dream will come true." The boy got angry again and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to stand up "There is no one telling you to do this. Do you still not understand? Live for yourself, love for yourself, do everything for yourself! If you want to survive and escape here, you have to think about only you!" he pushed him to the chair and made him sit. Mateo shouted again with his off-key voice "Remember, I am their property. I have no say in anything. But I can help you somehow." . "I don't want your help, you will create your own future! Find a solution and come to the same position as me! When you are no longer a slave, try to get out of here with a plan like mine." . Mateo wiped away his tears and looked at him with hopeful eyes. "Thank you...Today you may have saved my life twice. You are the breaking point in my destiny line. I will come to the same position as you and I will try to get myself out of here" . The boy felt proud. "So did you change my line. Until now, I always thought that I loved being in solitude, that everyone else was just a burden. You changed that, maybe the concept of friendship and love really has some value. Maybe I can actually look for them and find them in someone else. My name is Aron, I will help you as a thank you. I'll save you from being a commodity." . It was the first time in Mateo's life that he was smiling like this, his lips were reaching his ear. A purpose and hope were added to his life. No matter what, he was going to get out of there. After they looked at each other for a while, Mateo's stomach rumbled. Aron looked at his stomach and said "What I'm going to say to you now might piss you off a little. Only one of these five packages is full. It's not even full enough to have to be that wide either. They give packages more than enough to those who start this business so that their body gets used to it. And also they do not trust them to carry five packages of drugs. Take them out in the corner-". Mateo became worried and said "But who will get the drugs there? What will happen to me if I do not deliver them?". "I said leave it to me, I'll help you, right?". Mateo trusted this boy who changed his fate. It was thanks to him that he was aware of the existence of certain emotions for the first time. He went to the corner and took off his pants, he felt embarrassed and his face was red. Aron turned his back. The sound of pushing, combined with the sound of packages falling, made Mateo feel just like he was on that metal table. "Don't be shy, we -as parts of this system- have to be strong enough to handle feelings that make mankind weak. We need to become such godlike creatures so that we can break free ourselves from this wheel." After saying that, Aron turned around and looked into Mateo's eyes. Mateo did not feel any embarrassment even though liquids from his anus were dripping to the ground. He just locked his eyes to Aron like a fly who saw a light. If they really wanted to get out of the system, they should not be scared, embarrassed, or foolishly happy. After he was done, Aron called a taxi and they went to the house where he lived. "They think you are in America right now. That's why we have to spend the night here. The return time information has already been given to you. Tomorrow at 06:00, you will go alone to El Hombre. Needless to say, we never saw each other, we don't know each other." said Aaron. Mateo nodded approvingly and went to clean up. Aron laid out clean sheets and covers and prepared the bed. He lay there in deep thought until Mateo arrived. Mateo came out of the bathroom. Aron said, "I want you to sleep in the bed. I know between your legs hurt a lot. I will sleep on the sofa,". Mateo nodded again and slept on the bed.

The time had come, when Mateo got up he could not see Aron around him. Even though it was 6 in the morning, it was still dark. He spent the last penny in his pocket by calling a taxi. He went to the meeting place and saw El Hombre again. "Yes, I think you have accomplished your mission," said Hombre. Mateo was a little worried because he was going to lie to the boss of Mexico's most notorious mafia group. "Yeah, I did the delivery. A full five packages of drugs". A voice was heard from the darkness. "No, he did not complete his mission. He tried to do it, but then he cracked. He never left Mexico." When the darkness gave up to the light, it became clear that it was Aron who uttered these words.

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