They thought they could break me. They thought they could tear me down, strip me of everything, and walk away as if I was nothing more than a chapter in their story. But they forgot something... I am not the kind of soul you can bury and forget. I am not the kind of fire that burns out quietly. They fed my rage with every lie, every betrayal, every time they turned their backs when I needed them most. They built this monster with their cruelty, and now they’ll see what they created. This isn’t about revenge anymore. It’s about justice. It’s about balance. It’s about making them feel every ounce of the pain they carved into me. They wanted a villain? They made one. And now I will make them pay for every sleepless night, for every silent scream, for every time I had to stitch myself back together when no one else would. I will haunt them like the nightmares they used to laugh off. I will rise from the ashes of who I used to be, and I will show them that the shadows they tried to bury me in... now belong to me. I am the storm. And when I come for them, I will not whisper. I will roar.
