The lowest point in my life was senior year of high school, when someone beat the crap out of me in front of the school gates.
The brightest moment came years later, when I beat those “gods among men” who wanted to destroy the world until they were on their knees calling me Daddy.
They said my anger was an illness, a weakness.
Later, that “illness” became a sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of conspirators around the globe.
This is a legend about dignity and brotherhood, and about protecting the last vestiges of civilization in the most uncivilized way possible.
