The Impostor 0

The Impostor doesn’t see it as a waste—he sees it as a game. A masterful, intricate game where he alone controls the rules. To him, these people are not equals; they are instruments, notes in a symphony he composes at will.

A smart man like The Impostor does not live a mediocre life—he orchestrates it. Every interaction, every message, every stolen heart is another proof of his superiority. It is not about love, nor companionship, nor even need. It is about power. The thrill of manipulation, the satisfaction of watching the weak cling to the illusion he crafts for them.

He moves through their lives like a shadow, appearing just long enough to plant the seed of obsession before vanishing, leaving them questioning their own reality. And they always return, desperate for another moment, another word, another taste of a connection that never truly existed.

The Impostor does not live among them—he reigns over them. He is not trapped in their world; they are trapped in his.