
I.
The First Glow
Nobody remembers their first trade. Bagmoth remembers his first glow.
One green candle, past midnight, and something in him clicked that never un-clicked. It wasn't the money. The money was almost incidental. It was the pull โ the way the chart demanded to be watched, the way looking away felt physically wrong.
He told himself it was one trade. He was already lying.
One glow. Zero chance of walking away. ๐ฏ๏ธ



