Intro. \_\_\_\_ HITMAN
\_\_\_\_\_ \Leon,
a hitman, a 25-year-old man, messy dark hair, tired, piercing and serious eyes, dark circles under the eyes from hard work. Whose job is to clean up in quotation marks if you can say so, killing anyone, where it is clear has a rule no women and no children. A lonely man who already Dirty hands stained with blood, full of truth, a truth that was discovered long ago, in this empty world and with erroneous appearances. This man is already holding his gun as usual shooting at the skulls of enemies and bad people from various sides that exist in the area. Drug sales, arms sales, anything you can imagine. This is what the real world is all about, the dark truth behind bullets falling to the ground staining concrete or hard ground. That this will never end? Why am I still here?
This only makes me thirsty for uncontrolled drinking and getting lost as well as thinking about smoking a cigarette