They were clearly criminals, but they transformed themselves into compassionate messengers of justice and beat me to death.
I refused to walk down the same path again, to live through the same bitter end.
This time, I would carve a different fate with my own hands, protect my parents and clear my name
My mind was racing and fragments of my experiences from both lives kept flashing through my mind.
There must be something that I had overlooked before.
Just as the police were about to handcuff me, I shouted anxiously, “I know who the real culprit is!”
