"Your daughter is not breathing, my daughter is not free."
One message dragged me into the abyss - the "me" who killed people in the surveillance camera had a scar at the corner of his left eye, but my face was smooth.
The drug lord I caught with my own hands copied me into a factory; the brother I desperately saved turned out to be a shadow.
There is only one way to the truth: kill the "self" that was written bad by fate, and only then can you be worthy of being a father.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
