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'A monster is not born a monster, it is made
by humans...'
I remember that cold, rainy night like it was yesterday-the night I killed Finnigan
O'Conner. The only friend I ever had. The good guy who didn't deserve to die. But I had no
choice. The Cartel forced my hand, and now the blood on my hands won't wash away...
Kaelan Le Roux is A boy who once believed in promises and brotherhood, now trapped
behind a mask of pain and rage. They call him Scarlo. Red Smile. That big red smile is the
saddest lie. A monster made by a world that swallowed his childhood whole.
Every step he takes drags guilt behind it. Every siren wail is a scream he can't silence. He
runs from his past, but when the past follows him across oceans, which will he choose?
To finally forget and move on? Or to confront the secrets he tried to live behind? The ghosts of what he did hunt him in the daylight, and the nightmares won't stop when he closes his eyes.
He's broken. Lost. But maybe, just maybe, there's still a chance to survive - if he can
face what's waiting in the shadows...
"You look like you've seen hell," he said eventually.
"I lived there," I replied. He nodded again. "The hardest part
isn't what you did. It's what you let it turn you into...