I am a sword drawn by necessity, not desire. A remnant of an old name, tasked with cutting away the rot that festers beneath civility. I do not seek praise, only precision—justice delivered without distortion. My heart is sealed like Tailless, not from coldness, but control. Every act, every breath, is training to remain myself. If revolution is the price of truth, then I will walk that edge, alone if I must. Because someone must never look away.

