Loyalty over everything.

They left Billy for dead.

Billy was the first pup on the block. Then the cycle turned. Devs vanished, charts bled out, and everybody ran to the next shiny ticker.

Billy stayed. Same grey sweater. Same beat-up sneakers. Sitting in the dark with a dead chart and nobody left in the room.

Then the door opened. The whole old crew walked in, put their hands on his head, and said four words:

In BillyHouse we trust.