After the Kidnappers Killed My Son

Summary

Three days ago, my son was kidnapped.

The kidnapper took the ransom money, then, right in front of me, pushed my 4-year-old boy off a high-rise building.

Everyone says it was just bad luck, running into a desperate psycho like that. Nothing to do but accept it.

I don't believe it. Because the figure I saw ducking into the stairwell that day… it looked way too familiar.

The people who killed my son? I'll send them straight to hell myself.