"I’m no saint, and I’ve never pretended to be. The world doesn’t hand out rewards to the kind, the patient, or the weak—it crushes them. You learn to adapt, to outthink, to move before anyone else realizes you’re a step ahead. People call me a ghost. A shadow. A problem they can’t get rid of. I prefer to think of myself as a survivor. I don't trust easily, and I don’t forgive mistakes—mine or anyone else’s. I wasn’t made for peace. I don’t dream about happy endings."