She built her name by tearing mine apart.
Article after article.
Panel after panel.
She called me predator, a manipulator, a “wolf in sheep’s clothing”.
Every headline sharper than the last.
Every quote twisted just enough to draw blood.
She told the world I break women.
And told herself the same thing.

For years she fought from the safety of distance…microphone in hand, keyboard as weapon, armor so polished no one could see the cracks beneath.
She believed opposition kept her safe.
She believed righteousness kept her clean.

Until one night.
One moment when the righteous journalist who spent her life exposing others finally felt the weight of being exposed herself.

What happens when the woman who swore she’d never bend stands face-to-face with the man she swore to destroy?
When every accusation she leveled becomes a confession she never meant to make?
When hate and hunger wear the same face and the line between enemy and obsession dissolves in the dark?

This is the slow, inevitable unraveling of a war she thought she’d already won.
The moment armor becomes too heavy to carry.
The moment truth slips beneath skin and refuses to leave.

46 minutes of whispered tension, building friction, and the kind of psychic excavation that leaves you breathless long after the final word.

The Ritual ⚸
Because sometimes the fiercest battles end not with victory…
but with surrender so complete it feels like love.

Listen when you’re ready to discover
what happens when the woman who tried to bury me
finally lets herself be buried instead.