In the dying embers of 2024, I bore the weight of a mistake—a silent specter that shadowed my every step. When the hour demanded defiance, I faltered, allowing hesitation to shackle my will and doubt to poison my resolve. My silence, a bitter betrayal, echoed louder than words ever could.

But 2025 will be different. I have learned that the world does not wait for the hesitant, nor does it forgive the timid. My choices will cut through the fog of uncertainty like a honed blade. My voice, once silenced, will rise as a war cry, unyielding and clear.

For if the A Death Day Saga has carved any wisdom into my soul, it is this: courage must burn brighter than fear, and hesitation is a death knell for those who dare to fight.