Bad Breed Maa New Year’s Bash Same Chaos. Sharper Teeth. No Apologies. The clock struck midnight and the world pretended something magical happened. Confetti fell. Glasses clinked. People hugged strangers and promised themselves they’d become softer, calmer, quieter versions of who they’ve been fighting all year to survive as. The Realm doesn’t do that. In the Realm, New Year’s isn’t a reset. It’s a reckoning. The fireworks don’t symbolize hope here, they’re a warning shot. Because when the calendar flips, the masks fall off. The Lie of the New Year Every year, the same lie circulates like