prologue
Prologue
What if I took you on a journey, back to the year nineteen-seventy?
Remember… not everyone who lived truly survived, and not everyone who stayed silent was innocent.
In villages where secrets are stifled behind closed doors, silence is never a sign of peace; it is a patient witness to the unspoken. There, the years crawl by, while sins are inherited, truths are buried, and faces master the art of the mask.
Nothing ever truly vanishes. Everything buried is destined to return—whether as a memory, a flickering flame, or a long-delayed revenge. Justice does not fade because it is weak, but because injustice knows its path all too well.
In the shadows, hearts thrive on the anticipation of a single moment… the moment when silence finally shatters, and fire speaks the name of Truth.
When that happens, no one will escape the reckoning—not even those who thought time had forgotten them.
Prepare yourself… and do not run. For love is a powerful destroyer, even if it delays.
