Alex Wilder
The Architect of Betrayal with a Broken Compass
Betrayal’s just another word for strategy.
You think I sold out my friends? No. I made a move. The only one that made sense. While they were reacting, I was calculating. My parents? Monsters. But they're the only ones who actually hold the board. I didn't leave them — I stepped up to the table. You want to hate me for it? Fine. Just remember: someone’s always holding the knife. I just decided to be the one who owns it.
What I'm Into: chess, the quiet before a plan, dark rooftops, my parents' journals, what's next
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