I was the kind of kid teachers warned others about—quietly, behind closed doors. Not because I was loud or violent, but because I knew how to humiliate without getting my hands dirty.

My name is Logan Pierce.
Only child. Private school. A house so large it felt hollow even when the lights were on.

My father worked as a senior communications consultant for national campaigns—always on TV, always talking about “values” and “opportunity.” My mother ran a chain of high-end wellness retreats. Everything in our world looked calm, clean, and successful from the outside.