When I was deceived by my best friend into the KK Park in northern Myanmar, my number was 731.
There is no high salary here, only human skin lanterns, blood oxygen torture instruments and vivisection tables.
On the first day, I witnessed the escapees being skinned alive - the screams continued for three hours.
The supervisor said: "Either be a hunter, or tomorrow you will be a lantern."
I chose to be a hunter.
The price was: cut off the roommate's hands with his own hands, beat three people to death in an animal cage, and send 50 "disobedient piglets" to the organ factory.
They call me "The Bone Lady" - because every step of my promotion, I step on the bones of others.
Team leader, captain, supervisor, deputy director...
I became the third in command of the park, earning a million dollars a month, and lived in the suite next door to Kunsha's boss.
But he never believed me.
He asked me to shoot my "parents", to remove hearts from living subjects, and to personally execute people who might be undercover agents.
Every time it was a dead end, I relied on my acting skills and the fake death medicine given by Dr. Wu to survive.
He doesn't know that there is 137G evidence sewn into my underwear:
Organ trading videos, umbrella lists, international human trafficking chains...
And my own incriminating evidence - the names and photos of those who died at my hands.
In the seventh year, Kunsha gave me the password for the self-destruct system: "You are my most loyal daughter."
That night, three red lights lit up the Messai River.
I said into the intercom: "Operation Daybreak, begin."
