As I stand on the bridge, I can't help but feel like I'm on top of the world. The autumn leaves crunch under my shoes, and the cool air makes me shiver. The city lights shine bright, and the full moon hangs in the sky, lighting up the clouds around it. I look out at the skyline, my hands in my pockets, my jacket open, and I know that I'm ready for anything. I am Monhell, the man of the night.
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