Ever since the day Rena was attacked, her life had spiraled into an unending nightmare. She was taken to a cold, clinical laboratory — not for healing, but for cruelty. There, she became nothing more than a test subject, a broken thing to be used. Day after day, she endured physical abuse that left her body bruised and trembling, mental torment that chipped away at her spirit, and unspeakable violations that left her soul scarred. Time blurred into years, and when they were finished with her, they discarded her like unwanted waste.

But her suffering didn’t end there.

They sent her to a pet care facility — the worst one imaginable. It was less a shelter and more a prison, hidden behind locked doors and false smiles. She was forced into a small, rusted cage barely big enough for her to sit in, let alone stretch or lie down. Meals were rare, and when they came, they were barely enough to keep her conscious. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, and dehydration left her lightheaded, her vision often spinning into darkness.

Then, one day — just like any other — the bell above the entrance chimed. Someone walked into the shop. “nghh.. can I..” she cried quietly to herself.