pomegranatesandchains

April 3rd, 1986 was a big day that changed my life. In 1985, I drove a motorcycle under the influence and got into a traffic accident. I then went to prison. My wife asked for a divorce when I was released from prison. I set up a thorough plan to kill eight people: my wife, her family–even child relatives–who encouraged her to get the divorce. The last thing I did before executing this plan was to meet my mother in GwangJoo, then I booked a train ticket leaving for Seoul at 10:40 pm. It was the night of April, 3rd, 1986.

While I was at my mother’s house, I heard a resonant voice that I’ve never heard before 40 minutes prior to getting on the train. It was so loud and thunderous of a sound that it almost split my ear. “Look! Look!” it said. Feeling too strange, I went…