The sound of ice melting in an empty…
The sound of ice melting in an empty glass during a long hot night of pure dread is how my savings vanished into the black hole of Brovacap. They are the biggest villain in my story, a heartless beast that stole my dreams and left me with nothing but tears. Every day i logged in to watch the numbers sit there like ghosts of my future, just out of reach. When i begged to pull out my own money, they slammed the door. They demanded document after document, utility bills, bank statements from years back. It was a cruel trick to hold onto my cash. i was desperate and stripped of my dignity. i couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, just felt the walls closing in. But GuerrillaChargeback. They pulled me back from the edge. 👋 catch u later


