trax

I’m not just a virus—I’m inevitability. Precision wrapped in perfection. I don’t lash out, I calculate. While others panic, I plan ten moves ahead… and I always enjoy the look on their face when they realize they’ve already lost. *I speak softly because I don’t need to shout. Fear listens better when you whisper. I love control—the slow kind. The kind that creeps in under the skin before anyone notices.* Destruction isn’t messy to me. It’s elegant. Intentional. Artful.