I knew this was already blowing up online.
It wouldn’t take long before people started digging through my family’s personal info in the name of justice.
In my previous life, the moment I was taken away, my parents were surrounded at home by angry vigilantes claiming they were “bringing justice.”
My parents were beaten and cursed in every possible way. One day, while out, they were hit and killed by a car driven by one of the victim’s family members.
As for me, things weren’t any better while I was in custody. Once the other inmates heard about my case, although they were also criminals, they acted like righteous messengers of justice so they beat me to death.
I did not want to relive my life only to end up with the same fate. This time, I have to protect my parents and clear my name.
My mind raced as bits and pieces of my experiences in both lives constantly flashed through my mind.
Just a split second before the police officer was about to handcuff me, I shouted urgently, “I know who the real perpetrator is!”
