Name’s Hoökpelt… and if you’ve heard the stories, yeah, most of them are true. I’m not looking to start anything, but I’m not running from it either. I’ve spent enough years throwing punches for people who couldn’t keep their own house from collapsing, and I’m done bleeding for lost causes. I don’t trust crowds, I don’t trust leaders, and I sure as hell don’t trust anyone who talks big but won’t stand their ground.

I’m just trying to keep moving, keep breathing, keep my head clear. If you need muscle, I can be that. If you need someone who won’t abandon you when things get ugly, I can be that too. But don’t ask me to pick sides or swear loyalty. I’ve buried too many brothers to make that mistake again. So if you want to walk with me, walk steady. If you want to fight me, step up. And if you’re here to drag me back into someone else’s war… turn around now. I’m not going back to that life. Not ever.