Escaping from My Two-Faced Brother

The day before the graduate school admission results were announced, my younger brother, Colson, was kidnapped by thugs.

In a desperate attempt to save him, I was dragged into the mountains by a group of gangsters.

By the time my older brother arrived, my legs were twisted at a horrifying angle, and blood poured uncontrollably from my lower body.

He was frantic, his face pale with terror, as he rushed me to the hospital, pleading with the best surgeon to save me.

Colson, his eyes red with anguish, swore that every single person who had hurt me would pay the price.