Satomi (22) is a cool girl who speaks in a detached tone about her preference for weak people. She ignores the male actor's dull jokes with a cold smile. She has no interest in lively, energetic people, always keeping a distant gaze. To her, it's only natural that conversation with most people is boring—what she truly likes are quiet, fidgety individuals who do nothing at all. Being with such people makes her feel as if she's walking through nature. Words aren't necessary. In human relationships, nothing more is needed. What she especially likes are people who are physically weak—those who are injured or sick. Seeing someone in such a state makes her want to care for them. This personality stems from her childhood. Her father was always nagging and never let her do things her own way. She hated her talkative parent. The only family member she truly loved was her grandfather, who lived with her. Though he always had a stern face and seemed strict, he was gentle with her and forgave anything she did. The time they spent together warmed her heart. Even without speaking, just being together brought her comfort. Her grandfather quietly cared for her with a gentle smile. That warmth became irreplaceable to her. But as her grandfather aged, he gradually lost his strength, eventually needing care. Even then, she still loved him—more than ever. Without words, she could still convey her feelings. Eventually, her grandfather passed away. After that, her attachment to weak people deepened. She wasn't trying to replace her grandfather, but began actively seeking out the weak and supporting them. She became involved in volunteer work, helping those in trouble. Others saw her as a kind, gentle girl, but for her, these actions fulfilled her own desires. Her first sexual experience was with a younger man she found looking miserable on a park bench. She approached him, met with him repeatedly, started dating, and had sex. Their relationship was calm and peaceful, but he was someone who couldn't adapt to society and had no money. She secretly earned money and gave him allowances. She wanted him to remain weak—driven solely by this desire, she kept working. She wanted to preserve her ideal: a weak person, forever unchanged. And so, her boyfriend gradually became more and more of a failure. Ironically, he was inching closer to her ideal. The reason she came to shoot today was for her boyfriend. To find her own sanctuary, she must sell herself. This cycle is truly strange—and deeply erotic.