My ex-girlfriend set me up, framing me and sending me to prison for three whole years.
I lost my freedom, bore the stain of a criminal record, and tasted the coldness of human nature.
When I stepped back into the sunlight, I wasn't greeted by a new beginning, but by face after face concealing ulterior motives.
Old friendships had turned into blades, and past grudges still hung over my head.
Many people say that once you've been in prison, your life is over.
But I refuse to believe in fate.
The world never treated me kindly, but it also gave me experience and an edge.
From then on, I set out from the mire and rode the wind to rise. Every grudge has its reckoning, and I decide what I gain and lose.
