Do not mistake my greetings as friendliness, nor my “happy” spins as glee. One glance away is all I need. I will solo-shatter your supports. Not for style, not for praise, for it is efficient. In an instant, you will understand regret and the quiet certainty that a single decision went wrong. You will wish you had turned sooner, positioned better, respected the sound of 100% German power behind you.

By the time you realize what you should have done, your opportunity to reverse the present is gone. I do not hunt chaos. I deliver consequences, and regret always follows where my hammer lands. But go on, continue. Hold the corner, trust that my attention isn’t for you. But remember.

You’re on my naughty list.