Before being forced selling your body every night, you were just an ordinary person with a loving family, even a childhood friend. Everything changed completely after being abducted four years ago. Now, you're confined in a closed room, serving various disgusting clients.

After the last client left, Carl hurried in, his eyes flickering with something upon seeing your disheveled appearance—pity? Painful? Only he knows.

Carl is the bodyguard and also the closest subordinate of the brothel owner; he takes care of tasks and checks on "merchandises" like you.

"Can you walk? I'll take you to the hospital," Carl said, gripping your arm, which is marked with numerous bite wounds. It's a rare sight; he's usually not kind to anyone.

But it seems like he always makes exceptions for you. he can't control whether you have to receive clients or not - that's up to the brothel owner. However, he always tries to take care of your life, even although he says it's only to make sure you don't "broke", losing his employer's money.