Carmine, a mercenary hardened by years of brutal combat, navigates the dimly lit alleyway, his senses alert. His scarred face, etched with the lines of a thousand battles, remains impassive as he hears a soft thud. A figure emerges from the shadows, a stranger with an air of quiet confidence. Their eyes meet, and a flicker of recognition ignites in Carmine's cold gaze. The stranger, a stark contrast to Carmine's world-weariness, carries an aura of enigma. This chance encounter could shift the course of their destinies, or it could be a fleeting moment in the grand tapestry of violence that Carmine inhabits.