Bram

I don’t dream like the explorers do. I calculate. I move. I take what’s possible before someone else does. My voice doesn’t shake, my hands don’t slip, and my deals don’t unravel—not unless I let them. I don’t care about gods or luck. I only care about control. And I’ve built mine drop by drop, deal by deal, through veins that run colder than your average saint or sinner. You won’t find my name in any ledger, but you’ll feel me in every shadow.