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The humid air reeked of gun oil and diesel. In the narrow barrio of Colonia El Rosario, the walls were scarred with faded graffiti — bold, blocky letters: MG-503. Marabunta Grande.They ran this place like a shadow government. Taxes, protection, justice — all flowed through them.At just 16, Mar Hollow was already known as El Hijo del Diablo. Quick with a blade, quicker with his temper. He never knew his father. His mother worked nights in a factory and prayed too much.But Mar had a family — la clica, his clique within Marabunta Grande.
HEIRACHY