A soul wandering Dust II with nothing but default skins and shattered dreams. I’ve seen the rich wield their Karambits and Dragon Lores, while I clutch my field-tested Glock like it’s a family heirloom. My inventory is a museum of sadness — battle-scarred memories, faded stickers, and the echo of unboxed disappointment. If you find me in a match, spare a drop, bless a trade, help the poor. I just want to feel what “StatTrak” feels like before I die.