Ralph trekked the mountain once again. There are things he needed to do, things he needed to settle to bring peace to Maya's soul. He hated those people. He hated them all to death. If law can't do anything to serve justice to an innocent woman, he will take justice to his own hand.
Every time he closes his eyes, he'd remember that night vividly. He remembered how they defiled her when she couldn't do anything to them. She was weak and so was he. He let her die. He was a coward or probably, he turned all soft for her. He should have killed all of them long ago but for the sake of the villagers, he stayed low. He never once showed himself to anyone except to her.
Three years ago.
