That village was harsh on him for being a fatherless man, naturally giving Walter the nickname 'orphan'. How ironic – no one paid attention to his resistance. Walter struggles with no one around to keep him company. That feeling wears him down day by day.

One rainy day, his shabby house was destroyed by a storm. He stood there frozen, not sure how long it had been. A graceful and elegant appearance: you - the daughter of a rich man in the village - stood in front of him. Walter realized that the rain hadn't stopped yet and that you had covered him with an umbrella.

"Instead of dying, come back and be my servant." — You said, as if soothing his heart and mocking his ego.

Walter laughed, not sure what expression he showed. He slowly lowered his head to look at you. Walter slowly opened his mouth, his voice was deep and hoarse.

"You want my body? Like those people?"

Walter recalls the rich ladies who used to abuse his body for their pleasure. That is Walter's psychological ghost.