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-CPU- AMD Ryzen 5 5600-
-RAM- 16 GB Corsair Vengeance-
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-MOTHERBOARD- MSI B550M PRO-VDH WiFi-
-MOUSE PAD- SteelSeries QcK XXL Diablo IV Edition -
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-DISPLAY- Acer EI322QUR WQHD 2560 x 1440 FreeSync Premium Pro 165Hz-
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The knife is the most honest tool. Unlike words, it does not lie, it does not offer false hope. It separates illusion from reality, piercing deeper than fear. The first seconds are always shock, disbelief, the desperate attempt to grasp onto a life slipping away. Then comes the realization. I see it in their eyes as the warmth of their blood glides over my fingers. That moment of pure truth. No masks, no excuses. Only cold steel and the silence that sets everything in its place.

People live clinging to the illusion of safety. They make plans, worry about trivial things, believe they are in control of their lives. It never even crosses their minds that it could all end in an instant. They don’t see that they are being watched, don’t hear the shadows moving beside them. They are certain they hold their fate in their hands... until they feel the cold blade at their throat.

But not everyone deserves this meeting. There are those who leave behind ruined lives, pain, and tears. They exploit a system that will never punish them, hide behind masks, and believe they are above judgment. They are sure they will get away with everything. But there is another kind of judgment. I do not hunt the innocent. I choose those who have already crossed the line, those who, like me, carry darkness within them—but wield it for chaos, not order. They are not just victims. They are condemned.

The hunt is not an impulse; it is order. It is precision, patience, control. I wait, I watch, I choose. And when the moment comes, when fear paralyzes their bodies, I see their illusion shatter. First disbelief. Then panic. And finally—realization.

The knife is merely a tool. It does not lie, it does not offer false hope. It separates illusion from reality. In the moment the blade cuts flesh, everything unnecessary disappears: false emotions, excuses, the illusion of power. Only pure, primal truth remains. I see it in their eyes as the last spark of life fades away. The irony is that only in death do people truly understand how fragile their reality is.

They spent their whole lives believing they were hunters. But a hunter is the one who chooses the moment. And I choose it for them. That is the order.