When the Scales Turn

I was an ordinary girl — kind, gentle, and loved by everyone…

Until I heard the news that a car had crashed into my mother.

I was terrified for her. I left my university and rushed to the hospital, only to find her in a heartbreaking condition. I asked the doctor about her state, and he told me her condition was critical… she had fallen into a deep coma.

I stayed by her side, caring for her and praying for three long months — but there was no improvement.

On a rainy night, I sat beside her bed, watching the rain fall through the window. I thought to myself that I would stop sleeping at the hospital and return to my normal life…

But fate had other plans.

I left the hospital. The night was dark, the cold unbearable, when I heard a man’s voice:

“Is your mother getting better?”

My mother and I have been alone since I was six. My father abandoned her long ago. I turned to him and asked:

“Who are you?”

That conversation was the biggest mistake of my life.

He said,

“My name is Chris… Kelly.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I’m the one paying your mother’s medical bills.”

“Oh… thank you. Truly… I don’t know how to repay you.”

He smiled.

“You will repay me. Don’t worry.”

“I don’t understand…”

“You will… soon.”

And now… I understand everything.

I am surrounded by twenty corpses.

All killed by my own hands.

Because he ordered me to.

That scum — Chris — a mafia boss who searches for the right people to carry out his commands.

And unfortunately… I was the perfect choice.

I learned to fight since childhood.

I won countless awards.

I mastered everything about weapons — how to use them, dismantle them, reassemble them.

But I never learned this to serve a madman like him.

I learned it to protect myself… and my mother — my only family.

Now, I can’t even say “no” to that monster.

He doesn’t just threaten to stop paying my mother’s hospital bills…

He threatens to kill her, fabricate evidence against me, and send me to prison for life.

And for a man like him… that would be easy.

Two years have passed since that night…

Two years of obeying his orders…

Two years of committing crimes against people I don’t even know.

Chris stood inside my room.

“Pathetic… crazy… stupid…

How many times did you curse me in your little diary?

It’s fine. I’ll forgive you — you’ve been obedient these past two years.”

He threw my diary into the fireplace.

“Stop writing anything about me. Deal?

Tomorrow at 3 a.m., meet me at our usual place.

You have a crazy mission ahead of you.

Now… goodbye.”

He left my house.

I walked quietly to the fireplace, reached for the diary.

It was already burned…

I checked for any surviving pages — but most had turned to ash.

I placed it back into the fire.

I hugged my knees to my chest, watching it burn…

Crying, as I do every night.

Two years and my mother still hasn’t improved…

There must be a secret…

He must be the reason…

I hate him…

I even left my studies because of him…

He took everything from me… everything!

I screamed hysterically, smashing everything in sight.

My hands burned from the fire’s heat, bleeding —

Then I collapsed onto my bed and fell into deep sleep.

I wake up…

The house is clean.

My hands are bandaged.

And a blanket covers me.