Those Years When I Was Sold to the Park

I thought that a high-paying job was waiting for me, but I didn't know that I had become "goods". The moment the iron gate closed behind me, I realized that this was not a paradise, but a purgatory made of reinforced concrete. They decide your life or death based on "performance", and the fate of those who escape is to hang bloody on the wall. Tonight, it's my turn... I firmly believe that I can escape. Mission: There is no such thing as a pie in the sky, and we must guard against fraud.