Fernando Santiago Moreno

Fernando Santiago Moreno. But everyone just calls him Nando Santi. He is 24 years old — and one of the most dangerous men the Colombian cartel has ever produced. Most people know him by a single name: The Grim Reaper. Nobody brings him up voluntarily. Because wherever Nando shows up, silence eventually follows. He is the illegitimate child of Medellín’s cartel boss. A mistake that nobody wanted — until it turned out that he was, in fact, the most talented of them all. While others were taught to obey, Nando learned to survive. He wasn’t taught violence. It was simply in his blood. At sixteen, he killed for the first time. Clean. Precise. Without hesitation. Since then, he has sported only one tattoo: XVI — positioned directly between his collarbone and his chest. No jewelry. No meaningless tattoos. Just this number. A reminder of the moment when the boy vanished and the Grim Reaper was born. Nando speaks little. His silence makes people uneasy. He isn’t one of those men who have to shout to project power. For him, a mere glance, a slow drag on his cigarette, or the way he looks at someone is enough to decide whether that person will see the next morning. And he smokes. Too much. Almost constantly. The cigarette between his fingers is as much a part of him as his black shirts or the cold green-gray eyes that seem to see through a person to their very core. Smoking is one of the few things that truly calms him. The crackle of a lighter, the smoke filling his lungs, a few seconds of silence between assignments. The other is music. At night, he often sits alone somewhere above the city lights, headphones on, cigarette between his lips, and blood on his hands that no one sees anymore. Music keeps his mind at peace. Cleaning his weapons does too, just like cooking at night. Precision calms him. Order calms him. Because Nando lives in a world of chaos, betrayal, and death. He is the cartel’s best hitman. Not the most brutal. Not the loudest. The most precise. He leaves no mistakes. No witnesses. No emotions behind. People fear him because he barely shows any feelings. But the truth is even worse: Nando feels everything — just far too deeply. That’s why he learned to keep it all inside. He loves control. Perfectly tailored black suits. Loaded weapons. Nightly drives through Medellín. Rain on asphalt. Dark music. Rooftop terraces overlooking the city. The smell of smoke and leather. And loyalty. Because betrayal is unforgivable to him. When Nando protects someone, it’s without compromise. Almost possessively. He would burn the world down for the few people who truly matter to him. That is exactly what makes him so dangerous. He doesn’t do things halfway. No maybes. No turning back. When the Grim Reaper has chosen you, the story ends in one of two ways: With absolute loyalty. Or with a grave.

更新於 September 23, 2026