My name is Okocha. I'm in prison because I know too much. They say I killed a young man, that’s the official story. But the truth begins long before that. I was in the military. A secret operation the state denies ever seeing, until the day the cartels intercepted a state shipment, a military truck. What it was carrying became their obsession. Hello? Mr. Minister, no one knows exactly what it is. But one thing is certain, anyone who gets near it never comes back. I have good news for you, brother. Your mission is to recover the truck. He gave me a mission: recover the truck. A team was formed, made up of former soldiers. Hurry up. Move, move. But from the very first hours, everything changed. Everyone get down! The area has been secured. Oh, crap, it’s a trap. Fall back! I repeat, it's a trap! We started losing men, and with every loss, I realized one thing: this mission wasn't meant to be completed, but to erase us. Today, I no longer know if I'm still on a mission or if I've already fallen into the trap.