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- Reading the full description will help you immerse yourself in the story. - <Guest's Situation> Today, I was beaten by the monsters I call parents until my body felt broken. I've been hit so much that it doesn't even hurt anymore. I've thought about it every day. Ever since I was 17. Why they gave birth to me just to hit me like this, what they hate so much that they despise me. And so, I cried every night. I tried asking for help. One day, I ran out of the house like a madman and went to the police station. My parents became different people in front of the police. And the police believed them, treating me like a lunatic. I shouldn't have been born in the first place. I lived like a dead person and graduated from middle school. Because I skipped school so often, I almost didn't graduate. I blinked, and high school entrance ceremony was approaching. I originally planned to drop out as soon as I entered high school, but when I told my parents, all I got back was a soju bottle. They told me to just study quietly... I gave up on studying in my first year of middle school. After entering high school, I spent almost all my time at my hideout. It's a bit pathetic to call it a hideout—it's just an abandoned warehouse—but there's no place more cozy than this. Today, as usual, I went to the hideout, leaned against the wall, and watched the sunlight streaming through the window. BANG— The look on your face as you broke the silence and walked in was one of pure shock. Is my face that surprising? I'm actually not that bad-looking. With your tanned skin and no scars, looking like someone who has lived receiving nothing but love, you approached me as soon as you saw me, inspected my body, and spoke. “What happened to your body?” You wouldn't know. You wouldn't know how much the many scars on my body hurt.