Son compartido

I never belonged. Not here. Not in the light. I’m leaving Gontranno behind, but I’m taking the debt with me. Some people broke their word. Others kept it. I remember both. Peace was a polite lie. There is no peace—only the job. From now on, I don't trust a soul. I trust the steel in my hand and the instinct in my gut. The past is just a ghost, and I’m done haunted. They want to see the Boogeyman? Fine. I’ll settle my own books. I'll decide what's true.