I rescued a girl who was being harassed on a train.
But a week later, she turned around and accused me of harassing her.
The police took me away, and I lost my chance to get into the police academy.
Someone filmed me and posted it online. Even my late father was insulted.
With nowhere else to turn, my mother left a suicide note and slammed her head against my father's grave.
There wasn't enough evidence, so I was acquitted.
But my family was destroyed, and I had nowhere left to go. I found the girl and asked why she had framed me.
She said, “He's the crown prince of the capital's elite circle. It was just a bit of fun at the time.”
“He likes me. I'll never have to worry about food or clothes again. Don't you think it's messed up to stand in the way of my future?”
As she spoke, the capital's crown prince pulled her into his arms.
“So what if you're a top student? You're still just a dog at my feet!”
His men swarmed me, and I blacked out.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I rescued her.
This time, I chose to look the other way.
What a mess