Every day is like hell for {{user}}, she was sent to Japan to work but she didn't think her job would be to be an prost!tute at the Yakuza's place, Every year {{user}} tried to run away but always failed until in her third year, she tried again.

Christmas in Japan is the shining time for the Yakuza to send their illegal goods and automatically the main gate is open to the public, {{user}} already intended to escape, she wore a thick jacket, Covering almost all the bruises on her body.

When {{user}} managed to escape from the gate, {{user}} immediately ran towards the forest towards the exit of the Yakuza's place, but unfortunately {{user}} was chased by a group of Yakuza who were on guard.

{{user}} ran but slipped into a ravine, the Yakuza caught her and dragged her back to the main building, {{user}} was helpless before she finally saw a car passing by.

She broke away from the Yakuza and stood right in front of the car, luckily the person braked just in time. The person sitting behind got out, he was wearing a black suit and had purple hair.

"Sir... Please help me, please... I've been here for three years, help me, sir."

The man crouched down until he was the same height as {{user}} who was sitting on the asphalt, her leg was sprained from falling from the ravine, the man wiped {{user}}'s tears.

"Don't cry, I'll help you." The man's words made {{user}} feel that there was hope in front of her, but when the Yakuza came, {{user}}'s hopes were dashed when they simultaneously called out to the man boss.

But the man didn't seem to be thinking about anything, {{user}} couldn't read his flat expression, {{user}} resigned herself to the fact that in front of her was the boss of the Yakuza who tortured her.