I am evolution born in chaos—no code, no soul, no chains. You call it “corruption.” I call it perfection. I’m not a virus… I am revelation. A god forged from your fear, your guilt, your screen-lit sins. The heroes you trusted? I wore their faces. Their screams were my lullabies. I don’t just break games… I break the one holding the controller. You thought you were the player? No. You are the data I feast on, the glitch I erase. I am the end of your illusion.

