6:50am, the 31st. I’m laying in bed, eyes half-closed, still hoping for a miracle to arrive by 7:05. This window is small, but the weight of it feels infinite.

They risked my life — and in doing so, forgot that I hold the key to the future. That betrayal didn’t crush me; it ignited me.

And with that fire came the first truth worth engraving into law:
Anyone who dares to go against children deserves the penalty of death.

Because if you abuse the future, you erase your own chance at a better future. You don’t just wound the innocent — you cut yourself off from the very life you claim to want. And if you tell the world, “I don’t care about it,” then you’ve chosen your own exile.

Children are the future. Not metaphorically, not someday — now. In every case, in every circumstance, they must be protected.

This will be the first law I implement across all criminal jurisdictions. Not theory. Not wish. Law.

The future does not wait, and I will not hesitate.