What do you do when you've been wrongly accused of a horrific crime, and of the only four people in the world who believe your innocence, one is dead, two are powerless to do anything, and the fourth one is barely a teenager? What do you do when you're handed a death sentence, less than a week after you'd turned eighteen? What do you do when the person who orchestrated your arrest and sentencing, might be the very person who committed the crime you're accused of? You run. But no matter how fast or how far you run, there's always a voice at the back of your head, telling you to come back, to right the horrible wrong, and to bring the real killer to justice. . . . After six years of hell, I'm finally ready to listen to that voice. I'm coming home, and I'm ready to kill anyone who stands in my way.