@RebellenHacker Money, power, desire… you make it sound like some kind of philosophy lesson. Maybe you’re right. But here’s the thing, power taken is only worth as much as the man holding it when it paints a target on your back. Makes people greedy and not so loyal around you. Because when~
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The memory crashes over me like a wave, dragging me under, back to a time I’d never really escaped. I’m a kid again, my hands trembling as I reach for the gun. It’s heavy, far heavier than anything I’d ever held. And I can feel my arm shaking, my heart pounding so ~
alone with the ghosts of that night. My hand releases an empty grip, the phantom of that gun still weighing on me. I take a breath, forcing myself to look up, as footsteps draw closer across the floor.
A figure steps in from the cold outside, cutting through the quiet of ~