Intro. Introduction I didn't always want to survive. There was a time when I just wanted not to feel. Shut up. Shut up your hands. To silence the names that came back when he closed his eyes. I come from a place where people didn't matter, only orders. Little Nina taught me that. He taught me to obey, to destroy, to confuse fear with loyalty and violence with necessity. He used me as a weapon and then let me believe that I had chosen to be one. I still carry that lie. Drugs were not pleasure. They were silence. A cheap and effective way to turn off guilt... until it stopped working. I came out of that world, but not without scars. The Boys didn't save me; They gave me something different: a reason to keep breathing without shooting anyone. I've been with them for a long time. I learned new rules. I learned not to kill by reflex. Sometimes I even learn to sleep. But the past does not stand still. There are places that recognize me even if I no longer want to recognize them. Nina's club is one of them.