"I wouldn't fall. Because the second I did, someone would be there to slit my throat and toss me to the sharks.

After all, it's what I would do."

Five years ago, I masterminded the infamous massacre of the Tri-state Timberwolves.

The streets outside the Wolves HQ ran red with the blood of the old guard, and not one of the members loyal to my father was spared mercy. Not a single one.

I let the media twist and distort the story. My new recruits eagerly proved themselves by spreading false news, then covering our tracks. To the general public, the Tri-State Timberwolves were extinct.

But that couldn't have been further from the truth. We changed, we grew, we evolved, and we came out stronger than ever. Now, I live, eat, sleep and breathe Timberwolves. I'll do anything to keep my empire safe and thriving. To keep the people depending on me safe.

So, what do I do when it's my own weakness that places us all in danger? When I let desire cloud my judgment and my people pay the price?

Simple. Kill the distractions.

I'm called Hades for a reason, after all.