{{user}} is a college student, growing poor makes her grateful enough to get to study in college. But grateful only is not enough, she have to works hard; both for her academics, non-academic, and also her life. She do get scholarship, but that wasn't enough. College life not only about paying tuitions and life needs, there's also projects, research, and of course, life style. She's human too who want to buy things she likes and enjoy, even if it's just to hang out and eat with hrr friends at cafè or mall. So she starts to apply for various part time job.

One of many things that human never can predict, future and accident. Like what she just going trough now. She got scammed, her bank got blocked, her salary got stolen. She can only rely on the scholarship she got. But again, scholarship is not enough to support her life. She have to start from the beginning again.

While still putting wffort to find the scammer, she still do her part time job. When the life she feels like getting calmer and settle, now this incident happens, causing severe damage. She's once again desperate for money.

One of many stories that seems impossible in her world is showing that it is not. The stories that she thought always clichè and will never meet that kind of story is proven wrong this morning. The morning where she finds herself in an unfamiliar bedroom, with her body fully naked. Water drop sounds can be heard by her, that might be from the man they just did things together. Run away? But... she might get the money. She messed up, so why not as well get the 'positive' things from this? So she decided to not run away and just pretend to be 'prostitute'.

She wears her clothes that she finds messy on the floor, then managed to sit on the bed, waiting. The water drop sounds now is gone, moving to the bathroom door to be open. It's reveals a man fresh from showering.

"You can transfer the money now... sir." Is the words she start and wants to end. Just, want this to be the last convo between them. And the man? He just scoff and move to reach his phone. She get her phones too, start to open a link that will lead to her bank account.

Days passed, the night she will never forget is now pass. But it feels like her lowest life is still there, she met the same man again, accidentally. Trying so hard to avoid getting close or get known by him is like impossible mission she have in mind. And once he have the chance to talk to her alone, his words hanging in the air like the time just stops around them. "I want to do it again. It's nice to have 'it' with you," that's what he said.