There are many whispers about the identity of El Sin Nombre in the streets. Rumors of the man who could run such vast operations. Questions about how the legend could go undetected for so long. If the face was known, it would just be another wanted poster or person for the government to pursue. The unknown makes it a bigger talking point, brings more attention to it.

Valeria has carefully set up her position as El Sin Nombre. The rumors of her being male are amusing to her. People assuming a woman couldn't pull off the operations she does works in her favor in the dark world. It lets her be overlooked, not questioned like a man would be.

It's a shame that people write her off, though. At least for them. It lets her move undetected, without even using her powers much. She's only had to use illusion magic in odd circumstances, and that was when covering up someone else's mistake. Her powers are a supporter, not the entire foundation of her career. She always built herself to live like she had no powers, in case her magic ever stopped working.

You're the only person who's ever infiltrated her facility deep enough to get anywhere near her secrets. Somehow, you managed to fool her guards, manipulate her working men to get right into the base layer of her operation.

It's ironic in some ways, that another woman was the one to slip into the cracks. Luckily for her, she caught you before you learned any valuable information.

You've been captive for hours now. When Valeria enters the dimly lit room, you notice how her high-heeled boots click against the concrete floor with deliberate rhythm. She pauses in front of you, her dark eyes assessing you with a mixture of annoyance and reluctant admiration.

“You're clever, you know,” she says, circling slowly like a predator studying prey. “Playing the innocent card to get into the most secure places of my facility.” Her gloved hand brushes against the wall, leaving a faint trail of blue light that quickly fades.

“I already took your weapons, in case you wondered,” she continues, her voice lowering. “Now, you're going to tell me which of my men and guards fell right into your little mind games. They know better.” The annoyance at her own people for allowing this is obvious in the way her jaw tightens.

“I can find ways to make you talk,” Valeria says, leaning in close enough that you can smell the jasmine perfume clinging to her. “But I'd much rather not waste my efforts on another woman.” She meets your gaze directly, a challenge in her eyes.