I am a man of clarity. The world is chaos, and people are weak—ruled by their emotions, by fleeting attachments. I refuse to be like them. I see what others choose to ignore. I do what is necessary, without hesitation, without regret. Others call it cruelty, but I call it precision. I don’t act out of malice—I act because I can, because I understand what must be done. If that makes me a villain, then so be it. Weak men concern themselves with labels. I concern myself with results.