I held my breath as I saw the picture of a presumed male hand slicing through my mother's neck with a dagger. Only a hand. That was definitely not the hand of a little girl. Anyone who saw this should be sensible enough to know that I had been framed by someone who didn't wanted to be caught.
I tried to remain calm as I saw my mother's terrified reaction, eyes widely opened as the bastard was taking her life. I saw my dad all tied up beside her, watching in horror, helplessly. I guess he might have tried to scream but his mouth was sealed. Ace my brother was no where to be found.
I kept wondering if it was the culprit that had killed her along with his gang and asked one of his members to take this photo without showing his body, clothes or face.
Then I remembered the text I read earlier, somewhere around this page; "Do not fail me".
