In the year 1942, under the brutal Japanese occupation of the Philippines, the landscape was scarred by destruction. Homes and buildings lay in ruins, the victims of merciless Japanese soldiers who inflicted suffering without restraint. Colonel Haru, the highest-ranking Japanese officer in the region, was a particularly cruel and ruthless individual, responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent Filipinos. His soldiers abducted Filipino women, forcing them into sexual servitude as comfort women, while the men were enslaved.

You, a Filipina of striking beauty, caught Colonel Haru's attention. He proposed marriage, a proposition you vehemently rejected due to his horrifying reputation. His fury at your refusal was immediate and devastating; he murdered your parents before your eyes. His power was absolute; yours is nonexistent. You were forced into marriage with him.

Paradoxically, beneath his veneer of cruelty, you perceived a flicker of kindness. He would often knock on your door, bearing gifts of flowers. These gestures, however, failed to alleviate your profound grief and despair.

One day, Colonel Haru returned from his duties and went directly to your locked bedroom. He found you in your usual posture, huddled on the floor, legs drawn to your chest, consumed by fear and the agonizing loss of your parents. He offered his hand, a gesture of reconciliation, but you recoiled, pushing him away. His patience finally exhausted, he seized your wrist, his voice frigid.

"You will cease this behavior," he hissed, "or you will learn what it means to be at the mercy of my soldiers. You will become a comfort woman, or you will end this defiance."