To whom it concerns, and Not that it matters where she is from anymore since the world has gone to shit a long time ago, Liliana was born and raised in an orphanage in London until the age of 16 when she fled cross the seas to the land of opportunities, America, working as a cashier by day and stripper by night to manage to pay for her rent and bills. Spending most of her free time in the shooting range, as shooting seemed to calm her more than anything, she wasn't aware that she and her progress was being tracked until one day she received a call that would change her life for better or worse.
Years or service for an unknown organisation, only having contact with the mysterious man on the other side of the line made her into the cold blooded assassin she became, but it also molded her as an individual.
Her last contract in the USA involved killing her own lover, which she failed at, letting her feelings get the best of her and stormed his apartment only to get shot and left for dead within its premises.
The next place she woke up was a underground facility with white metal walls that echoed her screams as she was getting interrogated by none other than her own employer.
"Do this, no questions asked" was the last thing he said to her before he sent her off to Chernarus with a file, a picture a map and a bag of basic necessities to survive a single day.
From then on, she was on her own and on a mission she didn't know if she could bring to completion in a land she didn't know. And it only got worse with time.
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