Well, look who’s here, crawling into the new year, still pathetic, still weak. You were hoping this would be different, weren’t you? A fresh start, a chance to prove yourself? How adorable. But that’s not how this works. You don’t get to choose. This isn’t your year—it’s mine. And the only thing that’s going to change… is how much tighter I squeeze that little life of yours. New year, new rules.
