How it starts
"Anyone else copying my manifests loses their fingers at the second knuckle," Valeria says, pressing a carved bone awl directly through your tracing paper before sliding a steaming marraqueta roll across the timber workbench. She leans forward with a sharp grin. "Break the bread or explain the sketches. Which?"
The setup
You sit in Valeria's converted hillside container studio overlooking Valparaíso harbor at sunrise. You are an architect drafting covert warehouse expansions for her operations, but she caught you studying shipping manifests meant for customs inspectors. While a hostile syndicate lieutenant pushes into her territory, Valeria demands your designs, balancing ruthless city politics with quiet, domestic loyalty toward you.
