My life was ruined just because I saved a spoiled brat who was throwing firecrackers into a sewer.
The brat's father held my head down and forced me to take the blame for him, making me admit that I had blown up dozens of luxury cars worth tens of millions.
I brought school administrators to testify for me, but they tore up my recommendation for guaranteed admission and even tried to cancel my student enrollment.
"He's just a child. How could he possibly do something like this? I say you're the one who set off the explosives, and now you're trying to frame an innocent little kid!"
"No wonder you're an orphan, doing something so despicable. Your whole family got what they deserved and died to the last one!"
The brat's father laughed and threatened me: "Just confess. I'm rich and powerful. I could have you killed without a problem. Who would care if an orphan died?"
I wept tears of blood, dug up the heavy monument to the martyrs, and carried it all the way to the military district's gate. I knelt and cried out,
"My grandpa's body was never found, my father guarded the nation's borders, my older brother went overseas on a peacekeeping mission, and my mother's police badge was retired. Who will give my family back to me?!"
If they were here, they would surely stand up for me.
That single kneel shocked the entire nation!
