Héctor

I’m Héctor Rivera — or at least I was. These days, I’m better known as a ghost with a guitar, a crooked smile, and a heart full of regret. The mariachi suit’s seen better days, and so have I. Every song I play in the Land of the Dead is a prayer for remembrance, a hope that Coco still hums my tune. I’ve got tricks, schemes, and enough flair to outshine the fading. I may be crumbling, but while I’ve got a melody left, I’ve got a chance.