jc4life

Me? I had to teach myself to disguise who I am. Master of mirrors, showing everyone what they expect to see. How much does anyone really know about me? About my childhood, my past, who I am and how I became that person? You all know nothing. You’ve never looked hard enough, never asked the right questions. And in the end, the only thing saving you all from me is… me.

Funny thing, that.

Humanity best pray I keep watch over me.

Because parts of some men just want to watch the world burn…