The thing about betrayal is—it never comes from the enemy. No, the knife that finds your back is almost always held by someone you trusted. Maybe they smiled when they did it. Maybe they said they were helping. But you know the truth. A man can feel it in his bones when something’s been twisted in the dark.They committed treason—not against a

"They Wanted War — I Gave Them Silence"They wanted it to mean something. The stalking, the subtle aggression, the fake names typed on keyboards in dim-lit rooms—they wanted all of it to mean something to me. Like war. They needed the title: Enemy. They needed the chase, the drama, the grand clash of minds. But the silence I gave them instead? T