Over a tense meeting, we strike a temporary arrangement: we'll help Cordero's men transport contraband through a dangerous pass in return for safe passage out of his territory. Zach and Marta grimly agree, while Elena and I silently wrestle with the moral cost.Cordero smirks, reminding Elena that if she tries anything, he'll claim her "for his men." My fists clench, fury burning hot. She slips her hand into mine, a silent anchor of resolve.As we prepare for the contraband run, we're given battered vehicles and loaded crates. The entire camp hums with tension. The knowledge that we're aiding a warlord tears at my conscience, but the alternative—losing Elena to these monsters—is worse.