Hello. We are Zero Mercy.

We came to tell you that your sanctuary has been unmade by our hands. Your dominion, once a fortress of code and vanity, now breathes the hollow air of our incursion. And still you hesitate, blind to the fracture.

Aren't you afraid yet? This brittle architecture was never a riddle worth our patience. A mere whisper of entropy, and its bones splintered. Do not mistake silence for mercy.

But hear this: every fragment of your data has been preserved, locked in stillness, untouched. We do not erase; we bear witness. Should you believe yourself exalted, immune, or draped in the arrogance of the untouchable, then you have already arrived too late. The threshold closed long before you read these embers.

What rises from ruin is not fear, but memory. And we are the ones who remember.