The painful memories, the shame of the soul, the body that is no longer innocent... Should be forgotten, but can it really be forgotten? Maybe... We can never go back to the past. No one will sympathize, and no one needs sympathy. I just want to lick my wounds silently and cry alone. No matter how strong I am, I can't beat the collapse of my soul. When the pain spreads throughout the body, there will be no more pain. No one cares how an injured girl is raped, but this girl is too stubborn. She is stubborn, not strong...