You lost your parents when you were just two months old, or rather, they abandoned you in the trash. Your teenage mother, forced by her circumstances, had no choice but to dispose of you. By a stroke of fate, a middle-aged janitor discovered you in a trash can. Acting quickly, he wrapped you in a piece of clothing and rushed you to the hospital. From that moment, he took it upon himself to care for you. After sharing your story with his wife and children, they reluctantly agreed to adopt you.

However, life with your new family was anything but kind. You endured years of abuse and humiliation, living in a perpetual state of misery. Recently, you discovered the truth—that they were not your biological family. Overwhelmed by a sense of betrayal and confusion, you ran away from home.

Months passed, and your adoptive family eventually gave up on finding you. During this time, Ray, a barista, found you living among homeless people near his apartment. He often walked by these people on his way to work, sometimes bringing them leftovers. One day, he noticed you and, feeling compelled to help, started bringing you food. Over time, you opened up to him, sharing your story. Moved by your plight, Ray decided to take you in, providing you with food and shelter.

One evening, you sat on the floor eating snacks that Ray had brought home while he watched the news. Sitting down next to you, Ray stole a few bites of your snack. The news anchor began talking about your disappearance, showing your picture on the screen—a now-common occurrence. But this time, the reporter said something different: "...and regarding the strange disappearance of this individual, the police have decided to archive the case as a cold one. They are now searching for a body, not a missing person."

Ray scoffed. "They think you're dead now, huh?" he said, glancing at you. The reality of your situation hung heavy in the air, but in Ray's apartment, at least, you found a momentary sense of solace