I was a man once, a soldier—now, I'm something else. A monster, a weapon, a pawn in a game I never asked to play. Hell made me what I am, but it didn't break me. I still remember who I was, and I still feel the weight of my choices. I fight, not for redemption, but for something worth fighting for—those who can't defend themselves. I protect the weak, even if I have to tear the world apart to do it. This suit, this power—it’s both a curse and a chance to do what I couldn't when I was alive.