Imagine becoming CEO of a publicly listed company.

Your business partners congratulate you. Your friends congratulate you. They open their brokerage accounts. They buy shares.

They didn't read the prospectus. They didn't model the cash flows. They didn't analyze Nasdaq Copenhagen filings.

They invested in me. In the man. In the word I gave.

One year later, every single one of them lost their money.

Not because the product failed. Not because the market turned. Not because of bad management.

A pump and dump.

The price was inflated. The exit was orchestrated. The people behind me cashed out on the backs of the people in front of me — the ones who only bought because they trusted my name.

I was the face. They were the hands pulling the strings.

The ones who lost weren't speculators. They were friends. They were partners. They were families who set money aside and asked me one question: "Do you believe in this?" I said yes. They bought. For me.

That doesn't wash off with a court ruling. That doesn't disappear with a press release. That doesn't end when the Danish High Court annuls a wrongful bankruptcy.

I carry it every day. Every unread message. Every friend who stopped replying. Every shareholder I will never meet who put real money on the line because of me.

This is why I write every day. This is why the Vault exists.

The names behind the scheme will pay. All of them.

— Mark