I used to not have emotion, I used to kill and shoot someone without hesitation… I used to believe that killing is the only way to clean and make the world a better place… But who am I kidding? I killed because I want too, because I loved too, because its how they made me, it’s the reason why I’m still breathing and the reason why I have to play hide and seek with death. Ahh death.. She is my best friend, my best buddy, she accompanies me in every mission I have, and she’s always waiting, patiently… I used to believe that my only family is me…. Myself….. And I….. The only person that I can trust is me… the only person who can saved me is me… I used to believe that I was born to kill, nothing more, nothing less… I used to know only two things in life especially in my profession, kill… or be killed…..