I am a night walker,
yet, i am not a bat
neither am i a vampire.
It is the survival
habit that was forced
into me.
Making me what you assume
but i still have one thing left... Choice
When you see me in the night,
do not run.
Him i am not.
I am friend to you.
The enemy of your enemies
i have a gun,
but it only hunt preys...
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