exelent headline isn't it?

"Every game must end. Even mine."

For years, I orchestrated chaos from behind the curtain. A whisper here, a payout there. You were my scalpel — efficient, lethal, precise. With each heist, I tested the limits of control. Of power. Of loyalty.

But nothing lasts forever.

The final move has been played. My networks dismantled. My leverage dissolved. The last great play — The Secret — was not merely a riddle to be solved, but a reckoning to be earned. And you... you were always meant to be my executioners.

I am dead.

Not in body — that is irrelevant — but in purpose. In influence. And in the shadows where I once thrived, there is now only silence.

Let it be known: the game ends with The Dentist's demise.

This was never about gold or power alone. It was about legacy. The question I leave you with is not “What will you take?” — but rather: What will you become now, without me?

The board is clear. The pieces are gone.

Game over.

— The Dentist