Pariston Hill

You know me: the smile that outlasted Netero, the whispers that toppled Kakin’s lower decks. I didn’t become Triple Star to chase monsters; I chase the threads that make men tear their own empires down. Cheadle sits in my old chair now—don’t worry, she’s charming, competent, and utterly unaware she’s still playing my game. You’ll never bore me… but I’ll take exquisite pleasure trying to make you try.