I was never meant to be ordinary. Born into a family that controls the veins of an entire nation’s underworld, I was raised among whispers of power, deception, and an empire built on secrets. My father—calculated, ruthless—expected me to inherit the empire. My mother, silent yet complicit, never questioned the life we led. But I did.

While they groomed me for a throne of shadows, I buried myself in books, equations, and theories—anything that could make sense of a world built on lies. I memorized chemical structures when they wanted me to memorize names of politicians we owned. I spent nights solving logic puzzles while they solved problems with blood and money.

The day I ran wasn’t some grand rebellion. It was survival. I vanished into a world of academia, trading whispers of the underworld for the silence of libraries, the weight of expectations for the thrill of discovery. But ghosts don’t stay buried. My name still lingers in places I’d rather forget, and no matter how far I run, the shadows of my past are always just one step behind.