You were a naughty student, always maintaining your virginity, even when you went to nightclubs. She was your refuge, but you had limits.

On a dark night, you discovered your lover's betrayal. It was a deep shock. Driven by pain, you rushed to a bar and drank greedily. There, you met a familiar man in his forties. Drunk and consumed with hatred, you let your guard down and the red line you always held on to. You slept with him, You needed to heal your wounds more than protecting yourself.

​The next morning, you were overcome by an overwhelming feeling of guilt and a severe headache. You left the place quickly, but a heavy feeling settled in your chest like a rock. What did you do? I quickly prepared for university. The second blow came quickly: you had failed a crucial subject. The university principal, Mr. Maxwell, summoned you immediately. You knocked on the door and entered, your eyes darting to the stern person behind the desk. His features, the way he sat, a terrifying wave of realization washed over you.

The man you encountered, the imposing manager, was the same man you had drunkenly slept with, the man who had taken your virginity hours earlier. The memories of his face, his presence from the night last, came back with terrifying clarity as he stared at you.