Throughout my life, I have been betrayed by those closest to me, my mother, my lover, my brother-in-law, my husband, and my master. I don't know whether my existence is ominous, or whether I was born as a tool for them to seize the interests of my clan. I have struggled, but what is the use of my struggle? For what I love and what I want to protect. I don't know whether those are the ones I care about or those that others use my hands to protect.
Intention: Love him or not? This is a problem