IRIS has seen every bad trade ever made.
Every panic sell. Every wallet that bought the top. Every guy who said “one last trade” at 4AM and came back ten minutes later with nothing.
He doesn’t predict the market. He just watches people repeat the same mistakes until they finally learn.
The blue marks covering his body are left by every chart he stared at for too long. Green candles fade. Red candles disappear. The marks stay.
IRIS never sleeps and never blinks.
Not because he’s watching the chart.
Because the chart knows he’s watching.