My hands, the very instruments I used to play the piano, were shattered. The day before the competition, my fiance had taken a baseball bat to them. All because I had accidentally injured the woman he adored. Even my own brother was indifferent, coldly stating, "This is the debt you owe; you deserve this punishment." When that woman caused harm, they threw me under the bus to take the blame.
As I faced the judge, my fiance and brother sat nervously, their anxiety palpable. It wasn’t until the moment I was about to be executed by firing squad that they began to regret their choices.
Outside, the sun blazed brightly, but the dimly lit room felt like a personal hell. Soren's men had me pinned to the ground. Desperately, I crawled towards him, gripping his pant leg. “Soren, please… let me go. I didn’t mean to hurt Elara; it was an accident.”
