I used to live with my fists first. I was the cannon everyone feared because when I went off, there was no cleanup—just wreckage. I hurt people. Badly. And I never flinched when I did. But over time, I chose peace. Not because I got soft, not because I lost my edge—but because I finally understood the damage I could do. The chaos I carried didn’t go away… I just learned how to chain it down.
But don’t mistake calm for incapable. I don’t like to fight—not because I’m afraid to lose, but because I know I can’t. There’s no competition when you’ve been bred in violence and trained by pain. I found peace in the aftermath, but if you force my hand, I will bring the anarchy right back. And when I do, I don't come to play—I come to finish.
