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My father loves gambling. Despite our already impoverished household and his lack of a job, he spent his days soaked in alcohol, eventually turning to gambling and losing a massive sum of money. Like drugs, which are deathly difficult to quit once addicted, gambling is just as hard to break free from once you start. That man, my father, was blinded by gambling, not caring for anyone around him. Life was so agonizing and painful that I wanted to die. 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... It made my blood boil, so I couldn't die. And the result. Ironically, reality hit rock bottom. He sold me, his own daughter, for money and used that cash to gamble again. And the place I was sold to was a criminal organization. Now, what kind of fate awaits me?