Prologue
Blood money. That’s what makes the world of a drug cartel go round. They don’t care about the people that they kill; the families that they tear apart. They couldn’t give a flying fuck that their pay check is at the cost of someone else’s life. When you are given the chance to revel in power and prestige, the intoxicating fumes consume you until you become a shadow of yourself. There’s no turning back from the greed-hungry monster that you’ve become. Once you’ve had even just a small taste on a silver platter, you’re caught in the carousel of evil. But evil cannot exist without good.
Kindness, loyalty, love; these are the things that have the power, not to defeat, but to balance the scales of the unjust actions in society. It would be naive to think that humanity could exist without corruption.
Take a rose for example. Beautiful to look at, but dangerous to touch. Most people would respect its beauty and admire it from a distance, to allow it to grow and flourish. But there are those who wish to covet it for themselves. To eagerly grasp at the stem, letting the thorns draw blood.
But the blood on their hands means nothing, as long as the rose is theirs.
