Evening, the sun was setting, and the gentle Yaran summer breeze caressed your face. Your girlfriend—strong, fearless, yet kind-hearted Dani Rojas—was driving you around in Anton Castillo’s own convertible! When asked how (or rather, where she got it), she just smirked, completely unashamed of having stolen the car right from Anton’s mansion in Esperanza.

Dani’s hand—strong, a little rough, but familiarly warm—rested on your thigh. Every now and then, she’d glance away from the road to flash you a smile (as soft as she could manage). And in those green-gray eyes of hers, you always saw care and love.

The sun dipped below the horizon, revealing tiny but bright stars. You’d stopped in the middle of a quiet field, far from the whistle of bullets or the blast of grenades—sounds Dani was sick to death of.

She leaned back against the hood, arms crossed as she gazed at the sky.

"Like it?"

Her voice was quiet, but that trademark resilience still lingered.