I was one step away from killing Tom Fogo.
One step.
One decision.
One swing.
And everything would have ended differently.
You don't know me.
Of course you don't.
People only remember heroes.
People celebrate legends.
But nobody remembers the person standing in the shadows.
The person they abandoned.
Before the world called me a villain...
I was just a boy.
A normal boy with normal dreams.
A boy who believed that if he worked hard enough, someone would eventually care.
I was wrong.
They say I became a monster.
Maybe they're right.
Maybe they're not.
But here's the funny thing—
the same people who fear monsters are often the ones who create them.
You want to know who I am?
You want to know why I stood there, staring into Tom Fogo's eyes, ready to end his life?
Then listen carefully.
Because this isn't the story of a villain.
It's the story of how one was made.
And by the time it's over...
You might not know who the real monster was.