I felt at ease with my mother, but today a few strangers came and touched my head arbitrarily. I felt uncomfortable and ran back to the dark room to hide. I heard them discussing who looked prettier and which one to choose. I originally thought that by hiding, I could escape the fate of being chosen, but in fact I couldn't choose at all. This is the fate of our family, and no one has ever been able to escape.
Concept: They are no different from us, they are all manipulated throughout their lives