After the car accident, I became a vegetable.
My mother was worried about me, my husband never left me, and my cousin took good care of me. Three years later, I finally regained my consciousness.
The media says this is the power of love.
However, at the dinner table celebrating my return home from the hospital, I stabbed my husband's eyes with a knife and fork, and cut off my cousin's hands. As for my mother, I didn't let her suffer too much and killed her with a knife.
In a pool of blood, I calmly called the police.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
