In my troubled life with my husband, it was I who tormented my own son. The grime, dust, and forbidden memories shared with my son inside this storehouse are deeply etched into the depths of my heart. Wanting to hide them away behind this heavy door once more, I lure my son back into the storehouse. Holding tightly to my son's irreversible corruption, knowing full well this is wrong—yet before I realized it, I had become one with this storehouse itself.