Introduction

It was my wedding night in the heart of the Mississippi Delta, the air thick with the hum of my guitar and the sweet promise of a new life with Jennifer.

Everyone called me a prodigy, especially when I poured my essence into the "Soul Chord," a gift that felt like pure magic flowing through my fingers.

Then, the juke joint doors burst open, and a biker gang stormed in, dragging me off stage.

They held me down, and their leader, with a ball-peen hammer, systematically crushed the bones in my left hand, the one that played my Soul Chord.

Through a haze of blinding pain, I saw Jennifer, shielding Caleb, watching without a word, her eyes cold and distant.

Later, in the clinic, drugged but awake, I heard their whispers: Jennifer, Sabrina, and Caleb.

They had planned it all, drugged me, orchestrated the attack to steal my music for Caleb' s album.

My deepest secret, a dormant Soul Chord in my right hand, was brought up.

And then, Jennifer quietly, methodically, severed the tendons in my right wrist, destroying my last hope, my last chance to play.

They framed me as a violent gang affiliate, spread lies, and announced Jennifer and Caleb' s engagement, built on my ruin.

My own adopted mother, Sabrina, then ordered my legs broken, leaving me a helpless, shattered mess.

Thrown into a swamp to die, betrayed by everyone I loved, a cold rage ignited in me.

They destroyed my body, my spirit, my life, but they made one fatal mistake: they left me breathing.

Now, all that pain, all that fury, has become something more.

And I' m coming back for every single one of them.