I am a death row inmate who cannot die no matter what.
Why I was imprisoned, I don't know.
The execution was going to take place soon, and the brother who was to be executed died in full view of everyone at the moment when the shot was fired. Another one came up and died too, so no one dared to shoot me.
I really didn't kill anyone.
They are afraid of me.
Ever since I was imprisoned, the whole prison felt like it was exploding, causing me to get sick and die.
Later, I was acquitted.
No one dares to come to my defense.
There was only one man who approached me because he wanted to sue his insane ex-wife but had no money to hire a lawyer.
The story begins here.