I broke into that bathroom, and I broke into his heart, and we were together. Because the words of the people around me shook my mind, and they also felt that the forensic doctor's hand that touched the corpse was disgusting. I struggled to listen to everyone's words while thinking about loving him. He was busy with work, and I questioned over and over again whether he loved me or not, and started to get hysterical and start quarreling. Later, I met that boy with a bright smile. It didn't seem to be love, but just the catharsis of emotions. But he lied to me, cheated on me, and committed cold and domestic violence after marriage. I thought about him again, the man who committed suicide at my wedding. I sat in front of his tombstone all night, and at dawn the ladder broke. I thought it was time for me to pay the price.
Purpose: Forensic medicine is not a role that people point fingers at