They listen, they write, they repeat. The dead are remembered, for worse or for better. Even against a infinitely durable wall, everyone leaves a traceable legacy. Up against the world, you can't help but keep moving forward.

I never wanted to be a fixer. Fixers are corporate-sanctioned murderers who pretend bureaucracy makes killing noble. But after I saw what the Saw Collective did to Ben, I stopped pretending the system would save me. Now I'm in too deep: stolen weapon, forged credentials, and a gender-confused mentor who thinks training means nearly killing me daily. The backstreets want me dead. The Node wants me obedient. I just want to survive long enough to figure out which one I hate less. UPDATES EVERY 3 DAYS (JAN11, 2026)

I never wanted to be a fixer. Fixers are corporate-sanctioned murderers who pretend bureaucracy makes killing noble. But after I saw what the Saw Collective did to Ben, I stopped pretending the system would save me. Now I'm in too deep: stolen weapon, forged credentials, and a gender-confused mentor who thinks training means nearly killing me daily. The backstreets want me dead. The Node wants me obedient. I just want to survive long enough to figure out which one I hate less.