## Prologue:
He wasn't born a monster…
He was born ordinary… painfully so.
In a world that rewards cruelty and applauds masks,
he was that tiny error…
the one who decided to be honest.
Since childhood, he wasn't the strongest, nor the smartest, nor the most charismatic…
but he saw one thing clearly:
People do not say what they feel…
and they do not feel what they say.
He noticed the small contradictions…
a smile that comes at the wrong time,
a gaze that vanishes too quickly,
words that sound natural… but leave a strange aftertaste.
And with time…
he began to doubt.
Not just in people…
but in himself as well.
In school…
he was the friend who listened to everyone,
the one who helped,
the one who believed.
But he was never believed.
Every time he felt that something was "not right"…
he would convince himself he was exaggerating.
"No… they are my friends."
"No… she didn't mean it."
"No… I'm just overthinking."
And so…
he wasn't being deceived.
Rather…
he was **choosing** to be deceived.
At home…
things were quieter…
and more dishonest.
A mother who loved him…
but grew tired of him.
A father who provided him with everything…
except himself.
There was no shouting…
no hitting…
no obvious tragedies.
Instead, there was something worse:
**The Void.**
That kind of life that gives you no reason to hate…
and no reason to love.
You just…
exist.
But inside him…
something was accumulating.
Not anger…
nor sadness…
But a question.
A simple question…
yet a dangerous one:
> "What if… all of this is an act?"
>
He wasn't looking for power.
Nor for revenge.
Not even for the truth.
He just wanted…
to understand.
But the world does not grant understanding easily.
It grants it… only to those who can afford its price.
And on an ordinary day…
quiet…
without any warning…
Something small happened.
So small…
that no one noticed it.
Except him.
A look.
Just… a look.
From his closest friend.
It didn't last more than a second…
but it was enough.
Enough for him to feel something he had never felt before:
"I don't know this person."
And from that moment…
everything began to change.
Not because the world changed…
but because he…
stopped lying to himself.
He didn't transform suddenly.
He didn't turn dark overnight.
Instead, it started…
with a small step.
An observation here…
a doubt there…
a simple analysis…
Then, an experiment.
Yes…
The first manipulation… wasn't revenge.
It was…
a test.
He chose an ordinary person…
a classmate who didn't attract attention.
He planted a small idea in his mind:
A passing word…
an intentional glance…
silence at the right moment…
Then he waited.
And slowly…
that person began to change.
He began to doubt…
to get tense…
to act differently…
Until he collapsed.
In that moment…
He didn't feel guilt.
He didn't feel regret.
Instead, he felt something else…
**Understanding.**
> "They aren't complex…
> they are just easily broken."
>
He raised his eyes calmly…
looking at the world around him…
For the first time…
he didn't see it as reality.
But as a…
**System.**
A system that could be read.
Analyzed.
And most importantly…
Controlled.
And among all the thoughts that crossed his mind…
one idea emerged…
clear…
terrifying:
> "If everyone is acting…
> then why shouldn't I be… the writer?"
>
In that moment…
the white part inside him didn't die.
Rather…
it was redefined.
Purity didn't vanish…
it turned into coldness.
Honesty didn't vanish…
it became cruelty.
And so…
something new was born.
Not a hero.
Not a villain.
But…
A person who decided to see…
and to make everyone see what he wanted.
And in the depths of that calm…
the fall had already begun.
Slowly…
Silently…
And with no turning back.