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Growing up in the shadows of a broken home, Monroe's childhood was anything but idyllic. Trauma and turmoil were constant companions, shaping him into the man he would become - a man driven by hatred and fueled by a thirst for revenge.

I could not blame him for his obsession with me because he had not believed that someone like me could be his downfall. It was great to know that he was still alive and there was only one reason he could be calling me. I had something he wanted.

From a young age, he learned to fend for himself, navigating the treacherous streets with the cunning of a survivor. His parents were absent, consumed by their own demons, leaving him to fend for himself in a world that showed him no mercy.

But he had refused to be a victim of circumstance, refused to let hispast dictate his future. So, when the opportunity arose to escape the cycle of poverty and despair, he seized it with both hands, enlisting in the army in search of a better life.

At first, it seemed like he