I was sentenced to death for crimes I didn't commit. There was no trial, no judge, and no jury. Only a forced confession. And the person who put me in... > Lire la suite
I was sentenced to death for crimes I didn't commit. There was no trial, no judge, and no jury. Only a forced confession. And the person who put me in there, might be the real killer. Only four people believed in my innocence. One of them was dead. One of them was a teenager. The other two were powerless. When I went on the run, I thought I'd seen the last of this godforsaken town. But there was always a voice in my head, telling me to go back, to right the horrible wrong, and to enjoy the sweet taste of vengeance. After all, now I had become just like them, willing to kill to get what I wanted. Six years, and I was finally willing to listen to that voice.