From Shrimp Boy to Slapjack: System Activated

War and Knowledge

The city, once a vibrant tapestry of sound and life, had become a cacophony of accusations and scorn. Every headline screamed my name, every news segment painted me as the villain, the wolf in sheep's clothing. Bentley's influence, like a venomous spider web, had ensnared the city, twisting the truth into a weapon aimed at my heart.

I retreated into the confines of my apartment, the walls my only solace from the relentless assault. The silence, once comforting, now mocked me with its emptiness. The phone, usually a lifeline, buzzed with notifications, each one another brick in the wall of isolation.

Sleep became a stranger, replaced by a gnawing despair that seeped into my bones. I replayed conversations, dissecting every word, searching for a flaw, a misstep that had led to this public crucifixion. Was I naive? Had I underestimated the power of wealth and influence?

The few windows in my apartment offered glimpses of a world I could no longer navigate. Paparazzi lurked like vultures,