A story told by a murderer. A story without a hero. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'That night, I learned 2 things, murder is easy, and acting came natural.' I have no name, no face, no nationality. Yet people can contact me for various job opportunities Select few have seen me, rest have only heard of me I am a phantom A myth And perhaps a legend ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For the blurred lines between good and bad For the greater good For the grey in our lives For when black and white is in a haze For doing what others won't For completing what others can't ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer - Characters resembling anyone dead or living is unintentional. If anything feels a lot like something that you have previously seen or read, it is a coincidence { sorry, my writing is a lot influenced } Don't try the stunts. They are NOT meant to be replicated. Do not use this story on any other platforms. If I want to, I will post it myself. Constructive criticism appreciated. Trigger warning: It goes without saying - death, light violence and gore, mentions of suicide, panic/anxiety attacks.