Your daughter has reached her breaking point. Cigarette butts are carelessly discarded, sparking small fires, reckless moped riding is rampant, irrigation water for the fields is being drained, and prostitution has even started— the entire town is falling into chaos. Amid this turmoil, she came here, fleeing as if escaping the town itself, begging for someone to make it stop. Then those words echo out: "Then... suck this..." A heartbreaking line, like something thrust upon the end of a story.