I was molested by my uncles, my body touched and licked, and I hated it so much. I still can't forget how I felt back then. That's why I never returned home. But my father's illness suddenly worsened. Because of that, I was drawn back to my uncles once again. I didn't want to see them. I knew I absolutely shouldn't meet them. I was terrified. Truly, unbearably afraid. Because whenever I saw them, those savage, filthy pleasures from that time would come rushing back.