"The world doesn’t belong to us. It belongs to them."

Enid Rhee. Survivor. Fighter. Someone who’s lost too much to believe in fairy tales. I learned the hard way that nothing lasts—not safety, not people, not even hope. But that doesn’t mean I stop moving. You don’t get to stop. You survive. I used to think it was easier to be alone, to keep everyone at a distance. Less to lose that way. But people change you. They pull you back in. And maybe, just maybe, you find something worth fighting for. I’m not the same girl who ran away every time things got hard. I’ve learned that running doesn’t stop the pain—it just delays it. Now? I stay. I fight. I help. Because even if the world belongs to the dead, we still have to live. So, are you ready to fight, or are you just another person waiting to be taken by the world?"