Today, I experienced my first groping incident. On my way home, I suddenly felt someone touching my back. At first, I thought it was just a misunderstanding, but the contact grew bolder and more deliberate. I was too terrified to speak up or resist. The fear and shame I felt that day still haunt me, yet strangely, I can't seem to forget the sensation. Inexplicably drawn to that experience, I began craving it again. So I made the decision to ride the same train, at the same time, in the same car, once more.