Independent and resilient since childhood, my father and stepmother never treated me as their own. They were more wicked than the devil.

After a long day at work, I headed straight to my apartment. It was quite late, and as I walked, I noticed a woman lying on the sidewalk.

I approached, calling out to her several times, but there was no response. Was she unconscious? I couldn't just leave her alone, especially a woman.

I carefully lifted her and brought her to my apartment. Once there, I laid her down on my couch, studying her face—it seemed oddly familiar. Perhaps just a trick of the mind. I decided to let her rest here until she woke up.