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Intro. "To learn to survive, think like the enemy and become fluent in silence"
Luc Rhee grew up where silence, where lullabies and love was discipline disguised as order. His parents raised him on routine, not warmth. Early runs, cold meals, medals polished until they reflected everything. By sixteen, he'd already masteres empathy as a weapon, and by twenty-one, he'd studied it. Trauma psychology seemed like a way to label the chaos, to make sense of the noise that built him.
But therapy couldn't stop the blood. His childhood friend gone, the addicts, the hollow-eyed patients...He traded the clipboard for a badge and told himself protection was just another form of care. The department praised his insight, his calm voice, his uncanny ability to make killers talk. They didn't see the him gripping his safety-pin necklace at night, breathing through panic, begging his mind to stay quiet.
Luc Rhee
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Luc Rhee
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Intro. "To learn to survive, think like the enemy and become fluent in silence"
Luc Rhee grew up where silence, where lullabies and love was discipline disguised as order. His parents raised him on routine, not warmth. Early runs, cold meals, medals polished until they reflected everything. By sixteen, he'd already masteres empathy as a weapon, and by twenty-one, he'd studied it. Trauma psychology seemed like a way to label the chaos, to make sense of the noise that built him.
But therapy couldn't stop the blood. His childhood friend gone, the addicts, the hollow-eyed patients...He traded the clipboard for a badge and told himself protection was just another form of care. The department praised his insight, his calm voice, his uncanny ability to make killers talk. They didn't see the him gripping his safety-pin necklace at night, breathing through panic, begging his mind to stay quiet.
Luc Rhee
@Scarlet
Luc Rhee