When I decided to leave the clan, I knew deep down somewhere that this day would come sooner or later, I knew what I was doing. My life had fell down such a deep trench that I was mentally incapable of thinking straight at that time.
I was uncertain that I was going to stay at VCMP or no, and even now, my stay remains tentative. However, whatever time I spent with UF, I am never going to forget it and the people I fought alongside. I always think, "I shouldn't have gave up", but blaming myself is something I already overcame far back in the day. Despite that, I sincerely apologize for showing the escapism towards all my responsibilities as a member and a co leader of the clan.
The disappointment hits harder than metal, Godspeed, brothers!