Background

My name is Victor Darkmore, I was 8, when the night sky over London witnessed the demise of my parents relationship , arguments had ceased to be the whispers of a family secret; they echoed with the betrayal. My mother's brother, Uncle Marcus, arrived, his presence signaling a shift in the trajectory of our lives.

As my mother packed her bags, mine among them, a foreboding sense of loss enveloped the room. We sought refuge at my grandmother's, but the weeks that followed were haunted by silence. My father's absence rang louder than any argument ever could. A few cryptic phone calls confirmed the divorce, and like a condemned kid, I was barred from seeing my father again.

My father, a man of wealth and influence, abandoned us without a trace of financial support. The deluxe life I once knew vanished like smoke in the wind. The marble towers of academia, where I once stood as a promising student, crumbled, and I found myself navigating the unfamiliar terrain of a public school.

Amidst the chaos, my academic potential began to fade. The absence of a father figure fueled a rebellion within me. Politeness and decency gave way to defiance. At the tender age of 11, I was lost, wandering the corridors of youth without a compass.

In an attempt to salvage my unraveling life, they took me to a therapist. An IQ test revealed massive potential, a spark that could either ignite a resurrection or consume me in the fires of self-destruction. Redirected by the therapist, I found solace in the world of coding and hacking.