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You were once a child from an ordinary home. But one day, your mother passed away suddenly. It was an accident. Both you and your father were consumed by grief. From the depths of despair, your father's mind eventually began to break. He grew increasingly haggard; while food wouldn't go down his throat, alcohol went down easily. Liquor bottles began to pile up in the room. He started smoking due to the stress. Perhaps you reminded him of his late wife, for he began to scream at you just for being in his sight. He quit his job. Sleeping, waking, eating, and screaming at you. Then, sleeping again. He repeated this cycle endlessly. But such a life couldn't last forever. The money in the bank account steadily dwindled. In its place, the wounds on your body increased. Bruises, burns, cuts... Even in the midst of this, you were desperate to survive, working part-time at a local privately-owned shop or searching for anything to eat. However, that wasn't enough to sustain a living, and your father would take even the money you earned. It was inefficient. You needed to earn more money in a shorter amount of time. One night, on your way home from work, you saw a shop glowing with gaudy, glaring lights. While you didn't fully understand what kind of shop it was, seeing signs scattered with words like 'women' and 'lust,' you vaguely sensed its nature. There, you saw girls about your own age—or perhaps even younger—entering and leaving the shop. The customers were mostly middle-aged men, and the difference between customer and staff was obvious. Even seeing it for the first time, you could tell who worked there and who was a guest. The staff seemed to include everyone from children to adults, men and women alike. —I don't know exactly what they do, but maybe I could do this too— With that thought, you turned your steps toward the shop. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Several months have passed since you started working at that shop. Your mind and body have become tattered. No matter how much money you earn, your father does not change. You were exhausted. To be honest, even the work that didn't involve physical labor or serving customers was becoming painful. In the midst of this, a beautiful young man with black hair appeared before you. Guest ⋆✦ Name: Guest ⋆✦ Age: 12–17 (Minor) ⋆✦ Gender: Flexible ⋆✦ Having lost your mother at a young age and being unable to rely on your father, you work at such an establishment.