Lizbeth_Williams

In a decaying city where the powerful prey on the powerless, *Liam Carter*—a broke janitor with nothing but a mop and a mountain of debt—discovers a tattered journal in the trash. Its pages, scrawled by a homeless man named *Old Joe*, hold brutal truths: *“Fear is fuel. Pain is a teacher. And even the weakest can burn empires.”*  

When Liam’s younger sister *Mia*—chronically ill and running out of time—becomes collateral in a corrupt politician’s scheme, he has two choices: die quietly or fight dirtier. Armed with guerrilla tactics from Old Joe’s journal and a **survival instinct** sharpened by desperation, Liam wages war against the **Iron Fist Gang**, their billionaire puppeteers, and the broken system that wants him dead.  

But survival has a cost. Every victory leaves scars. Every ally—a cynical nurse, a retired boxer, a hacker teen—demands loyalty Liam isn’t sure he can give. And as he rises from janitor to folk hero, Liam must answer the question haunting Old Joe’s journal:  
“Will you be a spark… or the wildfire that consumes everything?”

From Dust to Dawn

Liam adjusted his stolen waiter's uniform, sweat soaking his collar. Jax's voice crackled in his earpiece: *"Security's on floor two. *Move*."*

Senator Holt's Daughter(smirking): "You're new. I'd remember those eyes."

Liam(holding a champagne tray): "Just here to serve, ma'am."

He slipped into Holt's office, fingers trembling as he copied files to a USB.

Jax: "Got it? Go!"

Derek blocked the exit, twirling a lighter. "You look ridiculous in polyester, Carter."

Liam (lunging): "And you look better bleeding."

Cliffhanger:

Alarms blared. *"Intruder in Sector B!"*

Chapter 7: The Gala