Because of my fierce impression and menacing eyes, people were always busy avoiding my gaze or backing away slowly. If our eyes met while walking, they would quickly turn their heads and quicken their pace; even just standing there with a stiff expression was enough to make people clear the area.

The only person who approached me without a shred of fear or prejudice was Kang Yuju, and only her.

The youngest daughter of a long-standing prestigious family that owned large art museums and cultural foundations. A girl who always wore bright clothes with her hair neatly braided like a doll, and who would smile brightly with flushed cheeks to greet me first whenever we met. Even at my intimidating appearance that made others recoil, she was a pure and kind person, like a greenhouse flower, who would press a warm canned drink or a snack into my hand, saying, 'It's very cold out, please have this.'

That same girl was now huddled alone, crying under a parasol in front of a deserted alley convenience store late at night as the heavy rain poured down.

Her always-tidy hair was disheveled and soaked, and her beautiful pink puff-sleeve dress was a mess, stained with mud and rainwater. I had no idea that she had been stripped of everything except her phone and ID and thrown out onto the streets, her name erased from the family registry, all because she had defied the family's will and was deemed useless.