"Go take a shower and change into some clean clothes. I'll take you somewhere," Carlos said.
I dragged my weary body toward the bathroom. The hot water poured over my skin, washing away the bloodstains. I closed my eyes, and the scenes from last night's battle flashed through my mind—gunshots, explosions, screams, and the figures of my fallen comrades.
I scrubbed my body with force, as if trying to wash away the memories along with the grime. But the harder I scrubbed, the clearer the images became.
I looked at myself in the mirror, a stranger staring back at me. It had been so long since I’d worn something as casual as this dress.
When I finished changing, Carlos was already waiting outside.
The moment I saw him, I was speechless with surprise. He had shaved his beard and changed int
