Man as a legend... As a man who last stood... As him was the one... As everything... Need to end... For good.
As unbelievable it was... He who is... One... No less... Or more...
He doesn't have a face... Nor you can seeing it or remember... His face is blur.
The Pistol in his hand... Never run out a bullet... The wound on his body healing faster than normal...
His age is can't be know... Even his name... Man is what we calling him.
Asking him for help is... Was like a doom called... He will help you... Killed you after it... And then left.
He was never to be caught...
