The Surgical Training Ground ended when I walked out of SGH.

The Exit After ended when I chose cinnamon water over revenge.

This is The Class. Sit down.

I remember there were several times H.K was trying to get U.S to talk to me. To reform from the past mistakes.

I’m not thankful for the abuse. I refuse to call it my mistake.

It was a training ground for me to understand what’s good and what not.

There must be a strong reason why I was chosen to be the one to go through it alone.

Being chosen is something beyond my control. Not for me or other chosen ones to choose.

I’m not thankful for the abuse but to the higher calling for choosing me, the right candidate for the mission.

I understand now that as a chosen one I have a higher calling and purpose in life.

Now I understand why I need to be alone for most of the time.

Because I now am aligned to the chosen one path as I have always been alone since the start of the struggle.

A leader and a teacher in disguise.

Due to me having the magnetic aura it attracts broken individuals and those who have narcissistic traits.

They came to feed. I learned to starve them.

That was the training.

My palms had the M before I had the words.

My life had the mission before I had the map.

Chapter 1-5 was the qualification. Chapter 6 is the class.