Price of Brotherhood

The Badlands don’t care who you are. They take the brave first.

I watched brothers fall— not because they were weak, but because fear

made them fight alone. Brotherhood isn’t about blood. It’s about standing

in front of death so someone else doesn’t have to. When the hunter

comes, it doesn’t see family. It sees targets. And the only

reason I’m still breathing… is because my brother chose to stay

when running would’ve saved him. In the Badlands, survival has a price.

Sometimes… it’s paid in blood.