Someone tried to fight me for my parking spot today. The fucking audacity. I didn't even say anything, just stared at him until he looked away and drove off. That's the thing people don't get about me. It's not about the screaming or the fists—it's the silence. The moment they realize I could end them without breaking a sweat and choose not to... yet. The power in that silence is better than when some idiot is begging me to stop. It's like edging, but for my soul. I could've made him piss himself right there in his car, but watching him drive away knowing he'll see me tomorrow and flinch? That's the real game. The long game. And I'm so fucking good at it.