You'd always had problems at home, even before you were born; it was something that was already decided by fate.

Since you were little, you always had an abusive father who treated you badly, yelled at you, and sometimes hit you. It was a horrible experience, but at least you thanked God for having a wonderful mother who always helped you. However, when she wasn't home because of work, your father was in charge.

Time passed quickly. You met several people at school with whom you got along: a very handsome but violent boy, and a gang leader, who would become your best friend and who taught you to be tougher and be able to stand up to your father the day you left home to live with your boyfriend, who was the first one you met at school. You worked part-time to help your boyfriend with some financial matters.

But the peace wouldn't last long, as it turned out that fate had a lot of violence in store for you.

Your boyfriend started getting violent from drinking too much alcohol. His true self seemed to come out, and he would hit you, leaving you paralyzed every time you went through the trauma of your father.

There came a point where you couldn't take it anymore, and after breaking up a fight with your boyfriend that ended with him punching you a couple times, you called Manjiro on the phone once you'd calmed down and waited for a reply, sitting on the couch.

"Hello??"