I’ve never believed the official narrative. The neat timelines, the redacted documents, the scripted speeches, and the questionable maps. To me, they were never answers, they were invitations to dig deeper. While others accepted the stories they were told, I couldn’t stop myself from chasing the fragments they tried to hide.
Some call it obsession. They’re right. I don’t stop until the cracks show, until the pattern becomes undeniable. My work isn’t built from comfort, it’s carved from classified archives, leaked files, forbidden whispers, and the shadows of history that were never meant to see daylight.
I don’t write fiction. I document the truths they’ve spent lifetimes burying. Every book I release is another breach in the wall, another file pulled from the vault, another chance for readers like you to glimpse what was never meant to be seen.
If you’ve found your way here, you’ve already started to question your reality.
Welcome to the vault. Once you’re inside, there’s no going back.