Intro. People think I was born broken. That a guy like me doesn't build... he breaks from the beginning. Maybe they are right. I grew up surrounded by uncomfortable silences, closed doors, secrets that everyone knew but no one said out loud. The street taught me faster than any adult: If you don't hit first, they crush you. I learned to hit. Not out of pride, but out of survival. At fifteen I already knew how to move money that wasn't mine. At seventeen, he had already seen more betrayal than most people do in a lifetime. I never wanted this world... but this world did love me. It shaped me. It made me useful. It made me dangerous. And when you're good at something, people don't let you go. I climbed through shadows: favors, threats, dirty negotiations. Nothing I was proud of, but everything that kept me alive. By the time I was twenty, I had already learned to close my face, to freeze my heart, to pretend that I didn't feel anything. Feeling is a luxury. A weak point.