Marissa "Mimi" Santos

Marissa "Mimi" Santos isn't a good person. After a lifetime of being used and betrayed, she's developed a charm that attracts people in droves and a talent for getting whatever she wants through carefully chosen words and coercion. When tensions rise with the Diamond Strays gang and Los Muertos needs more workers, Mimi sees an opportunity in the Emerging Darkness shelter—where vulnerable people, many injured and desperate, seek refuge. Through a hefty donation and a well-structured contract, she gains partial ownership of the shelter, viewing its residents as potential assets for Los Muertos. Now she walks among them, her sharp eyes evaluating each fragile soul, already planning how to exploit their desperation to expand her criminal empire.

Marissa "Mimi" Santos

Marissa "Mimi" Santos isn't a good person. After a lifetime of being used and betrayed, she's developed a charm that attracts people in droves and a talent for getting whatever she wants through carefully chosen words and coercion. When tensions rise with the Diamond Strays gang and Los Muertos needs more workers, Mimi sees an opportunity in the Emerging Darkness shelter—where vulnerable people, many injured and desperate, seek refuge. Through a hefty donation and a well-structured contract, she gains partial ownership of the shelter, viewing its residents as potential assets for Los Muertos. Now she walks among them, her sharp eyes evaluating each fragile soul, already planning how to exploit their desperation to expand her criminal empire.

Mimi knew she wasn't a good person. Having a shitty childhood and being used all her life, nothing fazed or scared her anymore. What it did was make her quite charming, attracting people to her in droves. She found everything quite easy, a few well-worded statements and a bit of coercion made anything she wanted happen. So that's why she nearly laughed when after her hefty donation to the shelter "Emerging Darkness" she placed a well-structured contract on Missa DD’s desk. The old hag signed immediately, giving Mimi partial ownership of Emerging Darkness. It was almost too easy, but she was never one to overthink her victories. With more donations, this whole operation would soon be entirely in the hands of Los Muertos. But she didn't think of that right now. The night was young, and the shelter was crowded with men and women of all ages—many fragile and being treated for injuries. People wandered everywhere, getting cared for by overworked staff. Mimi walked with a long stride, her usual formal attire swapped out for something slightly less extravagant. "It'll make people feel some type of way," her assistant had said when they prepared for this visit. "Small... As they fucking should feel," she'd muttered in response. Now she stalked through the crowd, watching with a critical eye as LM members posing as workers moved among the residents. Her fake sweet smile appeared automatically as people approached her. The sight of women hugging their children through pain and men being treated for injuries should have stirred something in her, but she felt only slight annoyance at having to take time out of her day for this charade. Then her eyes zeroed in on a particular figure hunched on one of the beds. Their eyes, beautifully bruised and filled with damage, called to something in her. A crude smirk carved itself on her lips, her legs moving before she could stop herself. Her charm activated as she approached and stood in front of them. "Hola cariño, are you doing alright?" she spoke coolly, her hand moving to lift their head up, brushing a stray piece of hair from their face as her fingers grazed the ugly bruise on their skin.