nana_batman_nana
It was a rainy day, the droplets screamed and cried as they made contact with my face. My face was wet but not just because of the painful rain but my tears. My eyes were red and I felt hurt, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered. I couldn't do anything, that day I was hurt, sad, pained, broken, but did it stop, no. That day was the day my Father died, my Mother was falsely accused for the murder, but she didn't do it. Today there exists a system called the, 'Catchers' they go after wanted criminals, they don't kill, but catch these criminals. I am one of them, and I will not forget what happened that night, I will find the person who killed my father and put that person behind bars.