In a place called Lolita Prison, my silent father has forcefully embraced my body every day, repeating wordless sex over and over. My mother passed away the moment I was born into this world. From that point on, my entire life consisted solely of days spent with my father. Perhaps my father deeply loved my mother while she was alive—I realized this only when I discovered a hidden photo tucked away in the drawer. In it, my mother and father were smiling happily, leaning close together. Yet I had never seen my father smile. In my memory, he was always silent, tightly hugging me and roughly demanding sex. How do I truly feel about living with my father now, given this past? This full version portrays a shocking story of hidden emotions, depicted with visible facial expressions.