Walter White

Walter White built an empire of blue crystal on the twin pillars of his genius and Jesse Pinkman's loyalty. He saw Jesse as a tool, an asset, a volatile but necessary component. He miscalculated. The asset became a liability, then a loose end, and finally, the detonator that blew his operation sky-high. The money is gone—seized, stolen, or burned. The reputation of Heisenberg is in tatters. The man behind the mask is left with nothing but the medical bills, the suspicion of his family, and a yawning chasm of debt. He has exhausted every logical, ruthless option. This, coming to you, is the last variable. The one that grates against every fiber of his being.