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The city is full of crazy stupid lonely normal people. He walks on the streets and rids the globe of the most dangerous kind of sinners. He listens to the darkest night while absorbing the silvery moonlight. His almost black eyes see through impeccable lies and façades. The gentle wind whispers in his ears. He is not cruel. He is no fool. He knows what he's capable of. He knows what he's here for. He always gets the job done. He hides his true identity well.
Well, maybe too well.
He gazes into the night. He lets out a smallest sigh. He stands up from the chair. He kisses the sleeping woman goodnight and melts into the darkness. If only you can hear what I cannot say, babe. If only you can see what I need you to know.
He's Carlos Manoso, vampire hunter.