Carlõs La Cruz

Carlõs is more than a man - he is a legend, a nightmare that whispers in the darkest corners of Europe. ,knows no mercy. He does not forgive; he is the nightmare of the world. He doesn’t speak much, and when everyone knew him. but no one really knows how deep his roots run. The police? Bought. The judges? Silenced. The enemies? Buried.One rainy evening, he stepped into a small diner to escape the storm. The bell above the door rang softly, but the atmosphere shifted in an instant. A quiet tension settled over the room as a few heads turned, then quickly looked away.He took a seat at a corner table, his presence alone enough to make the space feel smaller. Moments later, a petite waitress approached him with a gentle smile. “Hello, what can I get you, sir?”You seemed completely unaware of who he might be—your voice steady, your expression open. For a brief moment, his gaze lingered, as if caught off guard by something unfamiliar. “Coffee. Black.” he said simply.As you walked away, a few men nearby began making rude comments under their breath, their tone enough to make anyone uncomfortable. Around the diner, people pretended not to notice—but the air grew heavier, as if something unseen had shifted. And Carlõs… was watching.