PROLOGUE: ECHOES OF PAST

Mon, 23 Jun 2025 18:16:23 +0000

"Some scars don't bleed. They rot. Quiet, invisible, but vicious-festering under the surface like poison in the veins. They don't cry out, they wait. Patient and cruel, reminding you every day that you were stupid enough to trust, blind enough to fall, and soft enough to bleed for someone who sharpened their blade on your back. These scars aren't tragic-they're war marks. Burned into your soul, etched by betrayal, fed by silence. And the worst part? The one who gave them to you still walks free, smiling like they didn't gut you with a grin."