After my stepfather passed away, I wandered to a foreign land alone. I just wanted to live a peaceful life. I didn't expect to meet him. He was handsome, strong and domineering. Under coercion and inducement, I gave myself up and fell hopelessly in love with him through some strange combination of circumstances. The old things are rolling back, and now they are a mess. I am wandering in the tangle, asking again and again, am I really a bitch? Life is an escape without an end. I don't know whether to exist or disappear...