MyniQ

The darkness crept in like a thief, shrouding the city in an impenetrable veil of night. It was as if the very sky itself had grown weary of the world's troubles and had chosen to abandon it to the mercy of the shadows.

I stood at the edge of the rooftop, the wind whipping my hair into a frenzy as I gazed out upon the sea of faces below. They were all strangers, yet they seemed to be staring up at me with an unspoken demand for justice. The memory of Black Tuesday still lingered in my mind like a ghost, its specter haunting every waking moment.

It had been twenty years since the stock market crash that had sent the world tumbling into chaos. Twenty years since I'd lost everything: my family, my home, my very sense of self. But I'd managed to claw my way back, to rise from the ashes like a phoenix born of fire and desperation.

And now, as I stood at the precipice of this new world, I felt the same hunger for revenge that had driven me all these years. The same need to right the wrongs that had been done to me, to make those responsible pay for their crimes. But little did I know, the true enemy was not who I thought it was...