Every Lie Recorded In 4K

Summary

I was born running on pure, high-voltage adrenaline. I was the kind of person who treated life like a full-contact sport, calculating every slight, keeping score down to the decimal point, and ensuring that no one ever got the upper hand. In my world, letting someone step on you was a cardinal sin.

When I was five, the neighborhood kid accused me of stealing her gold locket. Instead of crying, I built a crude tracking circuit with parts stripped from my foster father’s broken radio, slipped it into her backpack, and located the necklace right where she’d hidden it in her own pencil pouch.