STATSPAS TRUTH
You wanna know how i got the scar ? Let me tell you a story . I remember it all too well. I bet everything on Aspas that night. He was supposed to be the hero, the duelist who’d take the fight, push into sites, and carry his team. I had a lot riding on him—too much, in fact. I placed a huge sum on the line, thinking this would be the game where Aspas finally did his job. But, no.
Instead of taking duels, he did what he always does—sat back, baited his teammates, racked up kills from the shadows. Round after round, I watched as he let his team fall, chasing stats instead of victory. Each time, I thought, this is it, he’ll step up now, but he never did. By the end of it, we lost everything.
The people I owed didn’t take kindly to losers. They demanded the money I no longer had. I tried to reason with them, explain it was Aspas’ fault, not mine. But they weren’t interested in excuses. One of them grabbed me, pressed a knife to my face, and said, “A reminder of what happens when you bet on the wrong people.”
And just like that, I felt the blade slice deep. The pain burned, but not as much as the betrayal. Now, every time I look in the mirror, I see the scar—and remember the night I bet on Aspas. The night I lost it all.
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