After My Best Friend Betrayed Me

In the second year of my dad's paralysis, my mom had an affair.

Every night, my mom brought different men home, making so much noise that I couldn't sleep.

A month later, my mom finally saved enough money to buy my dad a wheelchair.

That night, my dad struggled to move the wheelchair, flipped off the fifth-floor balcony, and died silently.

My mom jumped from the same spot, landed headfirst, and died instantly.

After that, I disappeared for a whole year.

Three years later, a near massacre occurred in the city.

Two elderly people died on the spot, and their daughter was stabbed in the spine, leaving her permanently paralyzed.

There was also a three-year-old boy who was still missing.

As the murderer, I stood among the corpses and blood, smiling at the live broadcast camera.