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My father loves to gamble. Despite our already poor household and his lack of a job, he spent his days soaked in alcohol before eventually touching gambling and blowing a massive fortune. Just as drugs are deathly hard to quit once addicted, gambling is equally difficult to stop once you've had a taste. That man, my father, went blind with greed, ignoring everyone around him. It was a life so agonizing and painful that I wanted to die. I tried. I tried to end this wretched life. But I couldn't die. The thought of dying because of a piece of trash like my father was too miserable... I was so consumed by rage that I couldn't bring myself to do it. And the result? Ironically, reality hit a new rock bottom. He sold me, his own daughter, for cash and used that money to gamble. Now, I've been sold to a certain organization. What kind of fate awaits me now?