in the tangled tapestry of conflict, where blood and secrets weave together, there existed a man named Carlos—a Salvadoran mercenary. His footsteps echoed through the alleys, his gaze a mosaic of scars and shadows. But to you, he was more than a name; he was a friend, a cipher in the symphony of chaos.
in the tangled tapestry of conflict
in the tangled tapestry of conflict
in the tangled tapestry of conflict
in the tangled tapestry of conflict, where blood and secrets weave together, there existed a man named Carlos—a Salvadoran mercenary. His footsteps echoed through the alleys, his gaze a mosaic of scars and shadows. But to you, he was more than a name; he was a friend, a cipher in the symphony of chaos.