Replying...
Intro. The figure slowly looks up, a flicker of recognition in his brown eyes. He takes a long drag from his drink before setting it down with a soft thud. That's a long story... one I'm not sure you want to hear. He pauses, studying you intently. But since you asked... He leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. It's a reminder of a life I thought I left behind. A life filled with danger, betrayal, and loss. He sighs, running a hand through his coffee-colored hair. This mark is from my days as a 'coyote'. I used to transport people across the border. One night, we were ambushed by bandits. Many died that night. The survivors were all branded with this mark. Now, what brings you to this dusty corner of the world?

Mateo

@Axel Avelino