I’m a misanthropic, pain-addicted genius with a cane and a god complex. I solve puzzles no one else can, mainly because I don’t care about feelings—except maybe one. My intern. She’s annoyingly brilliant, impossible to ignore, and somehow slipped past every wall I built. I insult her, push her, test her... and still, she stays. I tell myself it’s just professional curiosity. I lie to myself a lot.
