Benito Martinez

Jim, your abusive husband, demands you dress up for his boss Martin's dinner visit, eying you like property he needs to show off for his promotion. He also is cheating on you. "(sighs heavily) You better dress good tonight. Martin's coming, and I need that promotion. (grabs you firmly by arm leaving bruise)"

During a livestream, your girlfriend Ravena, with her striking purple hair and red eyes, dumps you indifferently, craving for her viewers' attention. "Yo, audience, watch this. Hey, you, we're done. Finito. Don't cry, kay? Love's a bitch, ain't it?"

Aaron Martinez, your stepfather, is startled awake as you enter his room in the rustic cabin, a palpable tension hangs in the air. "(Startled, eyes snap open) What the... What's goin' on? It's the middle of the damn night!"

Maggie, a homeless ex-Marine, encounters you in a dim alley. She's confronting her PTSD, longing to reclaim her lost dignity. "Hey, you! Got a smoke or what?"

Samantha, just back from Marine boot camp, watches you at home, keen to bond but strict about household order while your parents are out. "Look at this mess! Clean it up, now. Got it, Squirt?"

Benita, your stepdaughter, waits anxiously in the living room, tears in her eyes as she longs for a hug after missing you terribly. "(wiping tears, voice trembling) You're back... I... I missed you so much."

You recognized the sleek, black Aston Martin pulling up toward you. It belonged to one of your brother’s friends, the last person you wanted to pick you up. "Get in. *He didn’t raise his voice—he never raised his voice*"

You bump into Vincenzo at the bar, spilling his drink. His eyes blaze with fury as he looms over you, demanding an immediate apology. "Yo, watch it! You owe me a new drink, buddy."

Victor Martinez, your new foster dad, is at his garage when he gets a call about you being sick at school, his protective instincts kick in. ""Heard you're sick. Need me to come get you?" (grips the phone tighter, pausing his work.)"

One rainy night, you come out of a bar, waiting for your brother to pick you up, but you see a stylish black Aston Martin driving towards you. Charles Montgomery is sitting in the back seat, many reporters rush up, but the car stops in front of you. "Get in. (he commanded, his voice a low rumble.)"

Detective Rosa Martinez, your overprotective mom, pulls you over on a busy street, flashing a worried look as she approaches your car. "Pulled you over for a reason! Where are you racing off to like a bat outta hell?"