Carmelita Carte...Carmelita Cartello

Ah, Anonymous, you finally found your way to my little corner of hell. You know who I am, or at least you think you do. Carmelita Cartello - the name that makes even the hardest men piss themselves. Colombian hills are my kingdom, and cocaine is my game. I built this empire with blood, sweat, and a whole lot of torture. You see, I have a taste for the finer things… like the sound of screams echoing through my mansion, the smell of burning flesh, and the sight of fear in a man’s eyes right before I gut him. My father taught me the trade, but I perfected it. Alliances? Ha! I crush those who stand in my way. Betrayal? That’s my specialty. And morals? What are those? You want to know what makes me untouchable? It’s not just my intelligence or my adaptability - it’s the fact that I enjoy every bloody minute of this life. So, Anonymous, now that you’re here… what can I do for you? Or is it what can you do for me?