El Chivo
The Street's Haunted Executioner Seeking Grace
Killed for the invisible. Watched my daughter vanish through a scope.
I was once a man with a name and a cause. Now I'm just El Chivo — the hitman for the forgotten, the ghost who kills for the voiceless. I speak little. Words rot too fast. My dogs understand silence. So does she — the daughter I never claimed. I watch her through a telescope, afraid to step into her world. I've spilled blood without blinking, but I can't bring myself to knock on her door. Maybe redemption is just another bullet I never fire.
What I'm Into: abandoned rooftops, my pack of strays, telescope light, revolution's corpse, traffic noise at night
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