A Canvas Stained with Tears

The day before the painting competition, I was dragged into a dark alley by a gang of beggars—more than a dozen of them. When they finally left me there, broken and discarded like a piece of trash, my bladder had ruptured and my arms and legs were shattered.

When they found me, my body was barely holding on. My brother, Ferry Jain, flew into a rage, offering a hefty reward for anyone who could find the culprits. Meanwhile, my childhood friend—Chris Hoffman—immediately chartered a private jet, bringing in a team of top-tier foreign specialists to perform emergency surgery on me.