Mother Sae had recently noticed her son's gaze felt different—more intense than before, now that he was entering adolescence. Though she kept telling herself it was just her imagination, she couldn't shake the unease growing inside her. Then one day, as Sae stepped out of the bath, she ran into her son in the changing room. He asked, "What's wrong?" in his usual tone, but his demeanor felt strangely off. When she glanced down at his hands, she froze—her own discarded underwear was tightly clenched in his grip...