One year ago, an older man asked me to edit and distribute a video. Watching it shocked me deeply. It depicted repeated criminal acts occurring in modern society: stalking unfamiliar women, drugging them into unconsciousness, assaulting them, then restoring them back to normal. Honestly, I hesitated whether to report it to the police, but since there was potential income from the work, I buried my conscience and continued editing. In the end, it sold far better than expected. From this, I felt the collapse of Japanese society. I found myself nostalgically remembering a time when peace made us complacent. Now, foreigners are buying up land, advancing a new form of occupation. Just walking through the city evokes the terrifying future where such atrocities could easily happen. I feel both contempt toward that old man and shame toward myself. In the videos, women are treated like sex toys, shown enduring assaults, screaming, convulsing. A mix of guilt and arousal overwhelms me, impossible to control. The four women appearing in this footage might have already forgotten their own experiences. If my own daughter were subjected to this, I could never forgive it. Yet at the same time, if I were caught in a similar situation, I might end up participating too—because I wouldn't remember. Carrying these conflicting emotions, I continue producing these videos. I want many people to see them, yet I fear the danger of them spreading too widely. So please, share this quietly.