Storyline
So, imagine this: a guy murders the person you love most in the world. He gets caught, slapped with a 30-year sentence, but surprise—he walks free after just a decade, apparently “reformed.” Yeah, right. The crime? It doesn’t just stop at the act itself. The mess he left behind? It’s like poison, winding its way through every single life it touched. People fall apart. Relationships shatter. No one really gets out clean. Evil’s like that—it just sticks around, screwing up everyone in the blast zone. There’s no neat closure, no satisfying revenge arc; just this gnawing feeling that justice didn’t even come close to balancing the scales. The “reformed” guy gets to start fresh, but everyone else? Still dragging around the weight of what he did. And honestly, how do you even move on when the world lets monsters out because they check a few boxes? The idea that people can just walk away from the destruction they cause—it’s almost as cruel as the crime itself.
