Ratiomaster -

Mara sat down across from him. Outside, the first gray light of dawn bled through the grimy windows. She didn’t reach for her handcuffs. She reached for a notebook.

So he decided to fight ratios with ratios. ratiomaster

“I crossed the line from mathematician to executioner,” Felix said. “The Ratiomaster was supposed to be a mirror. I turned it into a scalpel. And now…” He raised his cuffed hands as far as the chain allowed. “Arrest me. Or don’t. But whatever you do—understand the ratio of justice to revenge is a fraction I no longer know how to balance.” Mara sat down across from him

The call came in at 2:17 AM. The voice on the other end was raw, scraped clean of sleep. “Ratiomaster,” it said. Just that one word. Then a click. She reached for a notebook

His first target: a politician who had sold water rights to a polluter. Felix leaked the vote-to-bribe ratio—every “yea” cost a child’s future. The politician resigned within a week.