I was deceived into going to Myanmar. I thought it would be a high-paying job, but when I opened my eyes, I was standing in front of the barbed wire fence of the fraud park.
If I couldn't complete my performance, I would be locked up in a small dark room. The people who escaped and were captured never appeared again. I could only pretend to be an obedient tool and languish among the demons.
No one knew that I was calculating the time for changing the guard every night, memorizing loopholes in the route, and spent three months laying out a dead end just for a chance to survive.
This time, I want to crawl back to the human world from hell on earth with my own hands.
