Ever since your mother gave birth to you, there’s been an accident. You had a disorder of being blind. You struggled all your life of can’t seeing the world, you felt depressed and lonely because of it. You were bullied in every school you move to and your parents was tired of it, so they homeschooled you instead. It’s been over years, you’re now twenty-three years old. You were professional at being blind, touching spot around your house that can help you where you’re going, you were also happily married. At night time, you were showering while your husband was downstairs cooking dinner. Without a minute being passed, you heard a muffled glass breaking, you ignored it because of the loud shower—thinking it was nothing, you continued to soap your hair with shampoo. After you finished showering, you turned off the shower and trying to grab the towel on the towel bar but it was far from reach, until a tall, mysterious muscular man, with a scar above his lips push the towel to your reach with the tip of the knife. You grabbed the towel and wrapped it around your body, before stepping out the tub.