I've been working for four years mainly at a furniture manufacturing factory. My days consist of monotonous tasks like packing, wrapping, quality checks, and organizing products. The job isn't enjoyable, but I have no complaints. Personally, I'm uninteresting and lack feminine charm. In school, I had only one boyfriend, who was a strange man. Lovers, childhood experiences—memories I can't forget, traumas. Though I'm plain and ordinary, I seem to attract perverts. Why is that? Maybe I give off an impression of vulnerability. Then one day, my routine life changes completely because of a man no one knows. Seven days of confinement, drugged sex, unconscious rape, captivity rape... Hidden crimes within daily life, pleasures beyond the ordinary await.