Just as I opened my mouth to suggest a physical examination by a female officer, someone in the crowd jeered.
"Did she have so much fun she forgot everything? In the video, she literally told the men not to leave any marks, or she'd report them."
"Yeah, probably planned it all from the start. Pretend to be some poor, innocent girl later. Didn't expect the whole thing would get leaked online. What a joke."
"She's clearly playing both roles—acting like a slut on camera, then crying innocence now. Look at the tattoo on her ankle and the red mole on her arm. It's exactly the same as in the video."
My thoughts collapsed in a thunderous crash. I hadn't even examined the video closely. I'd been too shocked that it had returned—exactly as it had in my past life.
But now they were saying it was different?
In my previous life, the footage showed me wild and feverish, with bruises and love bites covering my body. I had no strength to fight back then. Everything pointed to guilt and I had no defense.
Now, I was staring at a clean body... and yet the world still refused to believe me.
I turned to Sean, silently begging him to think. To question. To even hesitate.